Chapter 52

15 Years Old and Earrings, SCENE 4, 1/3 1. A RIVERSIDE – DUSK A bird’s-eye view shot. The broad surface of the river sparkles in the light of the setting sun. It’s a pure-red vista, except for the black silhouettes of two people. Their hands clasped together, the third-year middle schoolers Daiya and Kokone are facing forward, not looking at each other. KOKONE (VO) Daiya and I have always been together, for as long as I can remember. Daiya squeezes the hand holding his firmly. KOKONE (VO) When I think back, he’s always there in the images that appear in my head. Their hands part. KOKONE (VO) If I want to put the past behind me, I have no choice but to break up with him. 2. KOKONE’S ROOM – SIX MONTHS EARLIER, 5:00 PM The two of them sit on Kokone’s bed in their school uniforms. KOKONE Mm…f. Daiya’s lips move away from Kokone’s. Her hair is black, and she’s wearing glasses. She looks down shyly. KOKONE (VO) The two of us had always been together, but it was thanks to Haru that things changed between us. When Daiya saw Haru and me getting closer, he finally realized how he felt and initiated a relationship with me. From my standpoint, though, Daiya was too slow to realize how he felt. Daiya intertwines his right hand with Kokone’s, then strokes her hair with the other. His gentle smile sets Kokone’s heart astir, and she presses her head into his chest. KOKONE (VO) I had loved Daiya ever since we used to play house together, after all. I was well aware of my feelings, but I was just as aware that Daiya hadn’t figured out his. Daiya puts his arm around Kokone’s back. KOKONE (VO) When I told Rino I’d had a crush on Daiya long before we started going out, she asked me if that really counted as being in love for a long time. She sounded so suspicious, but I think it did. At least, I was always infatuated with him in my memories. I lived my life constantly with it at the fore front of my mind in the hopes that one day he would take notice of me. An overview of Kokone’s room appears. From the study desk to the CD player and stuffed animals, the room is full of pastel tones, with many white accents and furniture made of pale wood. KOKONE (VO) My room was full of Daiya. If I listened to a love song, it was his face that rose in my mind; if I read a romance manga, my feelings for him would overlap the protagonist’s and bring me to tears. When I was studying, I would write Kokone Oomine in my notebook with a grin on my face. Daiya always filled my thoughts in my room. DAIYA Kokone. KOKONE What? KOKONE (VO) Daiya had recently started calling me by my first name. Obviously, I can remember the first time like it was yesterday. He was trying to play it cool, but he was blushing too hard to fool anyone. It’s a memory I hold close to my heart even now. DAIYA I love you. I’ll always love you, and that’ll never change. KOKONE Yeah. I can believe that. Daiya beams happily with an innocent, boyish smile. Kokone smiles in kind. KOKONE (VO) I have this feeling, deep in my heart. It’s more than the empty promise of a girl silly in love; for me, it’s a simple, certain truth. Kokone runs her finger over Daiya’s lips. KOKONE (VO) If it will make Daiya happy, I will give everything I am to him. 3. A RIVERSIDE – DUSK Still wearing her sneakers, Kokone puts her feet into the river. KOKONE (VO) My world was warm. Warm like Daiya’s body. Like one of those French movies I saw long ago. The world was so gentle, glowing pale and wrapped in sheer happiness. Ever so slowly, Kokone slips into the dark-red water. KOKONE (VO) I was wrong, though. I had no idea. We all live on the same earth, but the truth is, I was the only one experiencing such kindness. I didn’t know that it was completely different for everyone, that the world as others saw it might be cold or dirty or barbaric. And once I crossed paths with the worlds they saw— Raw garbage floating down the river bumps up against Kokone’s drenched form. KOKONE (VO) —my world would be corrupted, too. Daiya enters the river, chasing after Kokone. KOKONE (VO) Hey, Daiya. Don’t tie yourself down with promises that your love for me will never change. Your happiness brings me more joy than my own. I would do anything to make you happy. So you see— Soaked in the river water, Daiya wraps his arms around Kokone. DAIYA Kokone, it’ll be all right. I’ll always be here with you. Within Daiya’s wet embrace, Kokone trembles. KOKONE You’re cold. Daiya releases her in a panic. KOKONE (VO) If I’m going to get in the way of your happiness, I’ll make it easy for you to toss me aside. Kazuki Hoshino 09/11 FRI 10:15 PM I shouldn’t let Daiya’s Subjects find me. What should my next move be? I’m still in the process of deciding what course to take, but it won’t do for the Subjects to locate us. Haruaki and I put some distance between us and that tunnel under the elevated tracks. We can’t stick around when Iroha’s Subjects were just there. We have no choice but to leave Iroha. Of course, it doesn’t feel great to do, but we’d just create a scene carrying her back home all covered in fake blood; plus, it would cost us critical time. So as much as we hate to do it, we have to leave her until this is settled—just under two hours more. We leave the tunnel and walk down the night streets. Until we decide on our next move, we’ll go stay with Kokone. “……Ya know, Hosshi, I wasn’t sure whether to say this…,” Haruaki begins, looking upset. “Hmm? What’s up?” “You’ve just had this scary look in your eyes for a while now, you know? I know you’re pissed at Daiyan. But you left Shindo back there, too. I’m okay with your reasons, but you didn’t seem to care about her at all when you were explaining…” “Huh?” Maybe I did come across as cold? I didn’t even notice…but I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s hard to talk normally when your mind is busy screaming Give Maria back, you blind bastard. “It’s totally normal to be upset about losing Maria, but if you don’t cool off, you’re gonna screw up, ya know?” “Yeah.” Calm down. Let’s calm down and really think about how to get Maria back from Daiya. “Another thing. I know this one is going to be tough to pull off, but…I really want to save Daiyan.” To be honest, that had slipped my mind. Everything had, except for Maria. “…Yeah.” Of course, I want to help Daiya, too, if he’s not beyond help already. But now, when I think of Maria, rage just boils up within me. I also can’t help but feel that misplaced sympathies will make freeing Maria that much harder. But not considering the option at all could very well lead to another failure. Okay… Let’s think of something else for now. Think of something that’ll make me less angry with Daiya. “……Kokone.” Yeah. My thoughts naturally turn toward Kokone Kirino. It happened on September 9, two days ago. Kokone asked me to come to her room. I’d never been in her room before. At first glance, the black theme struck me as stylish and modern, but there was something weird about it, too. Nothing made it her own; its stylishness seemed like a facade, and Kokone herself didn’t really fit the picture. It was as if she was following trends, as if she believed this was the kind of room she was supposed to have. Knowing what I knew about Kokone, I couldn’t help but think: This room was meant to help her change. To erase Daiya from her mind. “…You don’t need to hide it anymore. Tell me what Daiya did.” And yet, Kokone had given up on forgetting or ignoring Daiya. She had resolved to involve herself with him even more. Seeing this, I thought: What a relief. I had intended to talk to her about Daiya even if she hadn’t invited me here… No, I never had any other choice. If I was going to challenge Daiya, it would be impossible to ignore Kokone. And I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret from her anyway. So I was grateful Kokone had prepared herself and let me know she was willing to hear me out. After all, I would have kept the painful truth hidden from her if I could have, but I had no choice but to tell her. —The past when Daiya was mistaken. —The present when he was suffering. —The future when he would be destroyed. If she knew, Kokone would blame herself. If she knew, she would be hurt. If she knew, that pain would continue for some time to come. I told her, though. I told her everything about Daiya, no holding back. Kokone couldn’t speak another word for the rest of the day. After I finished saying my piece, all she could do was stare at the wall behind me in a daze. She didn’t move, except for her chest rising and falling with each breath. I left the room, unable to do anything for her. The next day, Kokone called me back again. Though her eyelids were a bit puffy when I came in and we said our hellos, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But the moment I closed the door, she undid the buttons of her shirt and started pulling it off. It was all so sudden that I couldn’t react. Maybe I should have looked away, but I couldn’t even remember that I could. Dumbfounded, I just stood rooted to the spot in front of the door. Kokone’s face was blank as she turned her back toward me, now wearing only a bra on her upper body. “Look.” At what? I was about to ask, but I spotted it before I could. That “symbol” beneath the hook of her bra. It was a burn mark, and not an accidental one. The scar looked like the kind you get by pressing a lit cigarette to your skin to prove how tough you are. And it wasn’t just one. It was as if someone had illegally dumped a bunch of bulky garbage into a virgin snowy field. That’s how many dozens of violent and painful burn marks there were. These dozens of burns formed a symbol. A symbol with connotations so obscene, you don’t even see it in public restrooms these days. “” It was enough to crush me. My emotions shattered under the pressure. That mark had me reeling. “Hic… Ngh…” The weight seemed to wring the tears out of me, almost against my will. The image brought me to tears completely by reflex, so it wasn’t until after I was already crying that I started thinking of how cruel it was, how painful, how she would most likely never be able to totally erase it, how this must have been the wedge that drove her and Daiya apart. Kokone didn’t really react to my sobbing; she just turned back around and chirped, “Think of the perks. You got to see me and my E cups in a bra.” As Kokone cracked a joke, as she normally would…she was crying. Both of us were in tears throughout the rest of our conversation. “My childhood friend Rino did this to me.” Kokone began telling me about the symbol as she buttoned up her shirt. “Daiya’s hot, obviously, and he had amazing grades, so all the girls loved him back then. He didn’t have the silver hair or earrings, and he wasn’t nearly as harsh, either. They even called him a prince. I wasn’t a good match for him back then. My hair was black and dull and super-heavy, and my bangs were bluntly cut straight across. I had boring thick glasses, too. I was the classic plain girl. You’d probably find it hilarious if you saw a picture, huh? …I can’t really laugh, though.” I shook my head. “Whether you were a good match has nothing to do with it. Daiya wouldn’t care about that in the slightest.” “Yeah. It didn’t matter to him.” Having finished buttoning her shirt, Kokone looked at me. “But it did for the girls who were interested in Daiya.” I began to pick up on where that symbol had come from. “…So Rino or whoever was upset that you weren’t pretty enough for Daiya?” “No, it didn’t really bug Rino that much.” “So why?” “Um, let’s take it one step at a time. First, there’s Rino. She was a year younger than me, and she was both my friend and Daiya’s from childhood. She’d had a crush on Daiya for a long time, too, just not as long as I had. She gave up on him, though, and started going out with a guy named Kamiuchi. The one Daiya…murdered, I guess.” I was stunned. I never knew that sort of connection existed between Daiya and Koudai Kamiuchi. Daiya hadn’t seemed to pay him much mind even within the Game of Indolence. But judging by the outcome, I couldn’t help but think, That’s why Daiya chose to end things the way he did. “Kamiuchi did something horrible to Rino. I’m not really sure why he did it, but it hurt Rino a lot. So she started hitting on Daiya to try to heal, since she had liked him for so long. “The thing is, by that time, Daiya and I were already in a relationship. Daiya liked me and not Rino. He was nice to her, but not any nicer than you’d normally be to an old friend. Rino picked up on this and got hurt even more. She just got worse and worse. She wasn’t herself anymore, and she decided I had to pay for scheming to take Daiya all for myself.” Kokone had been crying the entire time, and she paused to blow her nose. But her tears didn’t stop. “Rino said she went out with Kamiuchi because of me. She told me that what had happened to her was my fault. That’s why she couldn’t forgive me. She really believed all her suffering was my fault.” “And she did that to your back to punish you…?” “Yeah. But if it were only Rino, I don’t think she would’ve gone this far.” “Which means…” “Yeah, it was more than one person. The problem wasn’t Rino herself, but all the people around her who hated me, too. I think the biggest factor is that nobody pointed out that she was being crazy, which allowed things to escalate.” At last, the significance of what Kokone had said at the beginning dawned on me. “You mean the people who were bothered because you and Daiya didn’t ‘match’?” “Yeah. ‘Bothered’…doesn’t even begin to cover it. To them, it was the worst crime I could have committed. In their eyes, I was irredeemable for keeping their prince Daiya all to myself.” …What the hell? The worst crime? I didn’t get it. Kokone and Daiya were going out because they liked each other—that’s all. “That… That’s insane, any way you think of it. You didn’t do anything wrong.” “Whether I was in the wrong didn’t matter. What it comes down to is that some people out there will decide they don’t like something, and they have to do something about it. It doesn’t matter that the feeling just comes from their own jealousy; they certainly won’t ever realize it. If you tell yourself a person you despise is the worst kind of monster, attacking them is easy.” “How could they think of you as a monster when you hadn’t done anything bad?” “It’s simple. All they needed to do was cook up some reasons. Like, I didn’t say hi to them, I always looked down on them, I always flirted with guys, I was flaunting my great relationship with Daiya, I seduced Daiya with my body, whatever. From there, they just bad-mouthed me in the group and kept agreeing with one another until the evil Kokone became an established fact in their minds. People can do it completely subconsciously. They built me up as a villain and then assaulted me to get it out of their system.” I suddenly recalled the two classmates of ours who had been talking about Kokone behind her back. Those two had seemed to be talking trash about her out of envy. They didn’t like Kokone for being popular with boys, so as that feeling had come to the forefront, they had started saying bad things about her to vent. It’s possible they didn’t like that Kokone was close with Daiya, either. After what she had gone through, it’s no wonder she couldn’t let them get away with it. “Rino had it in her to do this to me because she had been exposed to that atmosphere. They had no idea they were doing anything wrong. To them, baddies should have to suffer a little pain. Maybe they even thought it was just. They didn’t think it was crazy, at least, and that’s why they were able to do something so cruel.” “But that’s… If they could look at themselves objectively, they would have to have realized they were nuts.” “They had turned their minds off, so they couldn’t have.” “…Turned their minds off?” “Yeah. Daiya said it a lot. That they had turned their minds off.” Yeah. It’s what Daiya loathes. He believes that people who stop thinking are the ones who destroy what they have. It’s why he’s even using a Box to eliminate those kinds of people. He’s trying to make a just world where things like what befell Kokone will never happen again. “About a month or so after, I guess their minds started working again, because some people finally realized what they had done and apologized to me. But what was the point? It’s not like I was going to forgive them, right? ‘Sorry’ wasn’t going to make the scars go away. There was no meaning to it unless they’d realized what they were doing to me right then and there. It was so shameless, just apologizing so they could feel better about themselves… I told them so, and they came back with ‘Isn’t that a bit uncalled for? I’m here saying sorry?’ Oh, rot in hell, bitch.” As she ranted and cursed, Kokone was, of course, still crying the entire time. “Even if they apologized, there was no coming back for me. There was a time when I couldn’t hate anyone, but that’s gone forever.” And then, she said it: “There was no coming back for my relationship with Daiya, either.” And yet—I didn’t understand. “Why?” “Hmm?” “Why did you need to break up with Daiya? Didn’t he still love you even with that on your back? Didn’t he try to help you heal? Why did you have to call it off with him?” Kokone fell silent. Sniffling a bit, she stared at the ceiling. She must have been doing her best to put her thoughts in order. I realized it only once the words were out of my mouth, but my question may have been cruel. Was there really a reason to ask her that? I mean, the two of them had already split up. Explaining why they ended it would definitely not be easy for her. I regretted saying anything. Eventually, Kokone asked, “Kazu, am I…cute?” “Huh?” She was suddenly talking as she always did; maybe she was avoiding my question because she didn’t want to answer it. “Am I really all that pretty?” But the look on her face was so earnest, it almost hurt. I hadn’t the faintest idea why she would be asking me with such desperation. Her expression let me know that I had to be careful with my response. “…You are.” “Really?” “Yeah. And you’re not making me say that; it’s my honest opinion. I’m not the only one who thinks so, either. It’s obvious you’re popular with the guys, isn’t it? Didn’t you say before that you’ve gotten so many love confessions, it’s in the double digits?” “That’s true. I am a hottie, aren’t I? I am cute. I’m in the same league as Daiya now.” “Out of his league, honestly.” “Ah-ha-ha, you’re right. Daiya’s got that delinquent aura now, so I’m the hotter commodity! After all, I’m a sweet high school girl, and an E cup to boot! No one can top that!” But after that confident declaration, her forced grin faded, and her lips trembled. “……But it’s no good.” She’d held back her tears for a moment, but they spilled over again. “N-no good…?” “I…can’t get rid of this feeling that I’m ugly. This idea that I’m a worthless, subhuman animal won’t go away.” “Wh-why? There’s no reason for you to—” “I know! I know I’m pretty enough! I’m well aware! I’ve done everything I can to make sure of it! I’ve worked so hard, believing that everything would be okay if I could just be pretty!” Kokone grabbed my arm tight. “But it didn’t work…! That feeling won’t go away, even though I know it’s not true! I can’t stop thinking I’m ugly! I can’t shake the idea that I’m less than human, that I could never, ever be good enough for Daiya! Nothing helps! Not objective fact or subjective opinion!” “S-so why is that?” “Because that’s what happens! I mean, they honestly believed I was some sort of inhuman monster. Do you think that wouldn’t affect me? And I was a quiet, reserved girl back then, right? So that didn’t help. After they looked at me like I was trash, after they burned me with lit cigarettes, after they berated me and said things like ‘This is what you get for being a hag’ or ‘You’re a witch who’s no good for Daiya,’ how could I say with confidence that I was worth anything as a person? I couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. So many people came and did horrible things to me. They honestly believed I was worthless, so of course they treated me like I was, you know? I even started thinking they might be right. Maybe it was normal for something that awful to happen to me. It had to be, or else none of it made any sense. This mark robbed me of all my self-confidence and dignity.” A belief that persisted even in the face of facts. I think I had yet to understand that people could leave themselves so blind to the truth. I did know one thing, though. At that moment, Kokone was squeezing my arm so tight, it really hurt. “I felt like if things didn’t change, my self-hatred was going to kill me. And so, and so—” Kokone wiped away her tears. “—I had to beat it!” There was no other option for her. If she didn’t, she would break. “I had to change! I had to throw away who I was in the past!” That’s why Kokone started wearing contact lenses, colored her hair, and adopted the latest styles. She put on a cheery personality and tried to become popular. She even succeeded. By sneering down at those who began to recognize her worth, who’d envied and bad-mouthed her, Kokone attempted to recover her self-confidence. And yet, those things that had taken root in her heart would not disappear. She couldn’t recover what the symbol had stolen. So— “I had to get rid of the me that cared so much for Daiya, too!” If he was always going to be associated with what had come before, she would have to discard the part of her past that he embodied, too. Kokone finally noticed she was squeezing my arm and let go of it. “…Sorry, Kazu.” I shook my head. I’m the one who should feel bad for making you talk about it. Kokone took a deep breath to calm herself down. “It’s not like I wanted to break up with Daiya. It’s just that, well, it wouldn’t work. The truth is, a hug from him was already too much for me. The past would just come rushing back, all at once. Like a semitruck bearing down on me. I would get hot and start to hurt, just like when they jammed those cigarettes into my back, and it would remind me I had no worth as a human being. I can’t get rid of that feeling. That’s why being with Daiya…hurts.” Quite simply, they just couldn’t stay together. That was what ended things between them. That’s awful. It was the only thought that came to mind. As my head hung with sadness, Kokone suddenly said something to me. “Hey, Kazu, you said you liked me once, right?” “Um, huh?” Why would she ask me that now? I thought, looking at her. I couldn’t read the intentions behind her smile. I…never said I liked her. That was something that person who had taken over my body did, not me. But I hadn’t yet explained that to her, so to Kokone, I had confessed my feelings to her. “I was confused. I was happy that you said you liked me. You were the first one who made me feel that way. I thought maybe going out with you would be for the best. You would probably accept me even after you saw the burns on my back, too.” “…Look—” I started trying to tell her the truth, but Kokone cut me off. “I thought if I went out with you, maybe Daiya would be able let me go, too.” I swallowed. I didn’t know the right thing to say, so I waited for Kokone’s reaction. “Anyway, I never would have suspected that Maria started it!” …Now that she mentioned it, we still hadn’t done anything to set the record straight, so the lie was still intact. “S-sorry… Um, I can say this now, but that was actually the work of a Box. Maria fibbed to get the situation under control…” “…Oh, I see. It was a Box’s fault. That finally explains why things felt odd back then. Man, those Boxes really do cause a lot of trouble… But maybe, in the end, it was a good thing, you know? I think I needed to seriously consider having a relationship with you.” “That’s… Um, why?” “Look, Kazu. Do you remember how I cried in the music room?” “Yeah.” That was when I came to, after Daiya had punched me. I heard later that the person trying to steal my body hadn’t been satisfied with just telling Kokone I loved her; she had tried to rush the answer. “I sincerely thought it would be best for the both of us if we started seeing other people. I honestly believed I would if I got the chance. And I got that opportunity when you came along and said you had feelings for me. I imagined myself with you, and Daiya with another girl. Then, when I looked at Daiya—” She smiled bitterly. “When I did, I couldn’t stop myself from crying.” The smile didn’t last long. “That’s how I knew.” Her face bunched up in genuine sadness and pain as she told me: “I’m in love with Daiya.” I don’t want to admit it. I don’t want to admit how I feel, she must have thought, over and over again. That was the meaning behind the pain on her face. “The truth is…I wanted Daiya to only have eyes for me.” After all, once she admitted it, she wouldn’t be able to wish for Daiya’s happiness. “Even if you and I started dating, my feelings for Daiya wouldn’t go away, I knew. And I could also tell that it would be the same for him. No matter what we tried, our problems would never be solved unless I became the girl I used to be. Nothing will be fixed unless I can accept him like I once did. I can’t see myself ever being able to, but it’s the only thing that would work.” It’s a tragedy. “It was more than Daiya could take.” The world had changed, but they hadn’t. They couldn’t accept reality. “That’s why he turned to the Box. And no matter how you look at it—” Unable to take it any longer, Kokone pressed her forehead against my shoulder. “No matter how you look at it, everything that’s happened with Daiya is my fault!” I couldn’t see her expression. “That’s why I’ll do anything. If it’ll save Daiya, I will do anything. If a Box is what it takes to save him, then I’ll get one. I’d give my life as many times as it takes to help him.” Something she said troubled me, and I repeated it without thinking. “…Give your life?” “Yes, I’m not lying.” She was probably right. It wasn’t a lie. Kokone would give her life to save Daiya. She already had. If she had gotten ahold of a Box instead of Daiya, then a different, yet similar, disaster would have occurred. Their feelings for each other are destroying both of them. Their love is at once beautiful and horrific. What if? What if the incident that created that burn on Kokone’s back never happened? If that were the case, there would have been no problem whatsoever in their love. It would have stayed an enviable, beautiful romance. No ugliness or anything of the sort. The two of them would have cared for each other and spent their days together in happiness. Just a single unfortunate event ruined that framework. If only one of those tiny details had been different. What if Rino weren’t their childhood friend? If Rino and Koudai Kamiuchi hadn’t gotten together? If Koudai Kamiuchi didn’t do those horrible things to Rino? If Kokone and Daiya had kept their relationship a secret? If Kokone’s personality were a little more forceful? If someone had been there to stop her mistreatment? If Daiya had noticed Rino’s alarming behavior? If Haruaki had displayed his affections for Kokone more openly? If I had been friends with all of them in middle school? All it would have taken was a tiny difference to change their fate so completely that they would have been smiling right about now. Even I could imagine that. I wondered how many hundreds of times Kokone and Daiya had gone through those “what-ifs” in their heads. They must have despised this world. It singled them out to experience so much malice and destroyed what they had, all without allowing them the opportunity for a single trifling “what-if.” And that’s why Daiya began this reckless struggle to purify our heartless world. …But what about Kokone? “Kokone.” “Yeah?” She still had her forehead pressed against my shoulder. “If you did get a Box, how would you use it?” “I’d use it for Daiya. I’d wish for a world where he can smile and be happy.” But that future no longer existed. Daiya had already passed the point of no return. That wish would never be fulfilled, and I was sure Kokone knew it. “I wonder if it’d work, though? Could it come true without any weird, random thoughts being included, too?” That’s why she said what she said. Lifting her head up at last, Kokone smiled feebly and said something that made me certain she would never return to who she was before. “Could I wish for it without thinking that everyone besides Daiya should die?” “Oh, that’s not what I meant! Sorry, sorry! I would never want you to die, Kazu! Oh, and Haru, too, of course! I really like Haru, you know?” Kokone had quickly corrected herself, but I couldn’t be sure she actually meant it. So I had to ask her something. She had said she really liked Haruaki, so I needed to hear her answer. “Have you ever thought of going out with Haruaki?” Kokone’s eyes had gone round. Then she had smiled sadly. Oh, I see; she really did know how Haruaki felt. “I have,” Kokone had said casually, acting as if it were nothing at all. “It wouldn’t work out, though. Haru knows about my past, too.” “What’re you giving me that weird look for, Hosshi?” Haruaki watches me with a frown as we walk through the night. I remember what he had confessed to me once before: “I used to have a crush on Kiri. “But you know what? She’s changed. I don’t feel that way toward her at all now, see? “I think you should go out with her. You guys are a good fit.” Haruaki must’ve known. He can’t help Kokone. He knows about her past, so he would be someone who brought her suffering, just like Daiya. Maybe that’s why, just like Kokone and Daiya, he told me I should go out with Kokone. Even if I asked him, Haruaki would probably just brush it off with some excuse, though. He may not even know the answer himself. “…Hey, Haruaki.” I ask him something else instead. “You said before that Kokone has lost heart, right?” Haruaki is startled and stares at me. But he lets out a single big breath, and his lips quickly turn up in a smile. “Yeah, I did.” “What made you think that?” Haruaki puts his hand to his chin for a moment in thought, then says, “Imagine this, Hosshi. A person is drowning right in front of you, and you can save them, no problem. If so, would you help them? I want you to really picture it, then answer.” I conjure up the image. Someone is drowning out at sea or somewhere. I imagine a little boy crying out in desperation, his arms flailing. I pick up a life jacket or the like, and I can save him without putting myself in any real danger. “Sure I’m gonna help them.” “Why?” “What do you mean, why? Obviously, I want to help them if I can, right? There’s no specific reason. And…yeah. I think I would regret it if they died right in front of me when I could’ve helped them. I’d probably be traumatized. I’d never forget it for the rest of my life.” “Right? Same here.” It’s the obvious conclusion. But if he’s asking me this question now— “Are you implying it’s different for Kokone?” “No, she said she would help them.” “What?” I’m surprised. The way the conversation has been going, I was positive it would be different for her. However, Haruaki still has more to say. “But when I asked Kiri that question, she asked me a question before she said she would help.” Haruaki smiles weakly. “‘What kind of person are they?’” I don’t get what’s wrong with that question right away. But then it starts to dawn on me. “If someone is drowning in front of you, and it’s in your power to save them, you’d want to do it unconditionally. It’s someone drowning, after all, so you should imagine someone powerless, who needs rescuing.” It’s conceivable that some people out there might ask the same question as Kokone for no real reason. Haruaki would probably not be telling me this if Kokone’s response hadn’t meant something, though. If he’s going to the trouble of mentioning it, to him, it’s a sign of something abnormal. “But Kiri, she doesn’t see someone simply in need of help. The first thing she does is suspect that their drowning might be a ploy to hurt her. Kiri can’t even relax enough to help someone on the verge of drowning unless she can confirm they aren’t hostile toward her first. She lives her life experiencing a level of suspicion neither of us could believe. That’s what would keep her from acting. Even though if that person did drown, she would be just as sorry about it as we would, for the rest of her life.” What prompted Haruaki to ask Kokone in the first place? Was it because he suspected she would answer that way already, to an extent? Because he already understood this side of her and asked her only to confirm it? “Since she’s been bullied, Kiri considers strangers hostile. She has her guard up right from the get-go. That’s what prevents her from doing what she should. She hates what happened to her, hates everything about herself that allowed it to happen. Her negativity has her captive. She’s so tied up in it, she can’t do what she wants or needs to do. To me, it—” Haruaki pauses briefly, out of breath, then finishes: “It means she’s lost hope.” I can tell from what he’s saying. Haruaki still cares for Kokone. You see, he has a better grasp of the darkness within her than I do after hearing about it from her directly. He wouldn’t know about it unless he’s kept her in his thoughts this entire time. In a somewhat defeated tone, Haruaki says, “Kiri will never change as long as she can’t put her own happiness first.” I know what Haruaki wants: not to go out with Kokone himself, but for her and Daiya’s relationship to be restored. He wants her to be with the boy she loves, to spend her life with him, to be with someone who sees things her way, to find happiness together. A thought enters my head. —Put your own happiness first. That’s what Haruaki says she has to do. But he hasn’t managed to do that, either. A correct solution. If I could begin to sketch a solution for the three of them, what would the outline be? All three going back to how they once were. No one could complain about that outcome. But it’s not possible. It’s not possible even with a Box capable of granting any wish. All we can do is find a new, ideal relationship for the three of them…or at least one that’s acceptable. I have yet to puzzle out how to do that, though. I’m sure the trio in question doesn’t know, either. I can’t see the shape of our goal. Which means I can’t take action toward those ends. What I do know is that as long as Daiya’s Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime is still around, that solution will never take shape. Oh, but that’s nothing more than an excuse. I’m not trying to deceive myself. I act for Maria’s sake. I can’t do it for my three friends Daiya, Kokone, and Haruaki. I’m destroying Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime not for their salvation, but to rescue Maria and complete my mission. Helping them is not something I can do. I can only hope for a happy future for Daiya and the others after I accomplish what I’ve set out to do. That hope is sincere, though. I can’t see the solution now, but I still make this prayer with the faith that we’ll find it. “Are you okay with that, Haruaki?” I whisper. “………Hmm?” I didn’t mean to be heard, but it seems Haruaki did in fact hear it. “It’s nothing.” I’ve sorted myself out. I’m calm. I’ll put all my strength into what I can do now. I will stomp out Daiya’s twisted wish. Yes, I exist to crush others’ wishes. “Haruaki, what do you think our next step should be?” I ask, now that I’ve figured out what I need to do. “Wellll… If we’re playing it safe, then I guess maybe just wait for the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes to finish doing its thing.” “That probably is the way to go, huh?” But I’m not so positive, and I can tell Daiya’s thinking the same thing. We know the score. We also know Daiya has probably guessed Haruaki and I would choose to wait things out, so he’ll more than likely use his smarts and his Box to take down the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes. We’re running up on the time limit. As that happens, Daiya will probably become less and less picky with his tactics. He’ll try to use Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime to drive me against a wall. Just like when he searched for Maria and me, he will employ his nearly one thousand Subjects. Having a thousand people tracking me down had been pretty terrifying, like being under surveillance by the entire world. The next Order will be more than a search to spook me. Worst case, it’s not crazy to think Daiya might issue an Order to kill the person he thinks is the owner. He might go so far as to have me killed, too. Nearly one thousand people are going to come after me in a direct attack. Of course I’m shaking. They say a cornered mouse will bite a cat, but Daiya is no mouse. It’s a lion we’ve got cornered here. If I screw up even slightly, he’ll spring back from the brink and crush me in his jaws in one fell swoop. “What should we do…?” “Your only choice is to hide, don’t you think? Can’t really launch an attack if you can’t find the target,” Haruaki suggests. He’s right. “Even with a thousand or so people on the lookout, they probably can’t sniff out someone in hiding in just two hours, right? Using the Internet like they did last time wouldn’t be very effective in such a short amount of time, either… Plus, if you’re going to lie low, then Kiri should, too. There’s no telling when Daiyan will start considering the possibility that Kiri is the owner… Whoa, I was just throwing out ideas, but that might be a good one, even for me. If you’re hiding out with Kiri now, we may just get through this yet.” As it happens, Kokone is hiding in a dormitory; it belongs to the baseball team of a friend of another friend Haruaki met through his own ball team. Haruaki was there, too, until just a while ago. We moved Kokone there after Yuri filled us in on the details of Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime. Our thinking was that the Subjects would be less likely to track her down if she was tucked away in the home of some loosely connected acquaintance rather than out in the open. Daiya doesn’t even know said acquaintance exists, let alone where the dorms are. I’m positive we could stay hidden for a little under two hours. But if we do— “Daiya isn’t going to let us stay in hiding.” Yep, there’s no way in hell that Daiya will allow it under these circumstances. “He’ll come up with some way to lure us out. If he threatens Maria as bait to call me out again, I won’t have any choice but to play along.” “Ugh! I see…” “……Hmm? But…” And I get an idea. “…Yeah. So if that’s how it’s going to be, then how about we just don’t let him make any threats…?” Haruaki tilts his head at my raised voice. “Huh? What do you mean by that? Isn’t it up to him whether he makes a threat?” “Here’s what we need to do.” I pull out my cell phone and turn it off. “…? How is that going to stop him from threatening you?” “Can’t threaten me if you can’t get in touch. He can order me to come meet him, but there’s no point if he can’t get ahold of me.” “Okay? I get that, but if Daiyan is trying to hurt Maria, whether he gets in contact with you doesn’t change the fact that she’s in danger, does it? You just wouldn’t know about it. Heck, you’d be ignoring it.” “Daiya doesn’t have any reason to want to harm Maria, does he? If he says he’s going to, it’s really just a reason to call me out. If he can’t even do that, though, there’s no point in hurting Maria.” “…I hear you.” “So the first thing I’m gonna do is hide, as you suggested. Then I’m gonna make it so I can’t get any messages from Daiya. Once I’ve done that—” “Daiyan can’t work any plots to draw you out! Which means you can wait it out! …If that’s what we’re doing, then Kiri and I will need to turn our phones off, too. He may not be able to reach you on your phone, but if he can reach us, that means he can reach you. All right, I’m going to tell Kiri to turn her phone off, and then I will, too.” Haruaki begins entering a text. A thought enters my mind. Would I have been better off if I had come up with this idea sooner? Would I have had an easier time if I had? …But maybe not. If I were the only one involved, cutting off all contact would have been a viable strategy. But I had to protect Maria. If she were placed in danger, letting things pass in ignorance would not have allowed me to avoid the crisis itself. In a certain sense, this is a move I can make only now that I don’t have Maria holding me back. A move I can make because, like Daiya, I have my back against the wall. “Okay. Let’s hurry and meet up with Kokone and go off the radar before the Subjects find us.” “Hell yeah. Now that we’ve got that settled, let’s go ahead and—” Haruaki’s cheery reply stops short. “Haruaki?” He is standing stock-still, eyes glued to the screen of his phone. “……Don’t tell me Daiya already reached out to you?” Not replying, Haruaki starts clicking at his phone with a stern expression. He starts up the app for 1seg TV broadcasts and watches the screen intently. …Why TV at a time like this? But Haruaki begins searching for something as if unable to find the video he wants. “Haruaki, what’s the matter?” “…There’s something on the TV Kiri told me in her text to watch. It looks like it’s already ended, though. She’s panicked, too.” Going quiet again, Haruaki looks me in the face, perhaps having at last come across the video he was looking for. “……Hosshi, I think we’re too late.” He shoves his phone out at me. On the screen is a news program that has been uploaded to a video site. It’s the weather forecast, broadcast live from a street downtown. “—Urk.” But there’s something wrong in this weather report. A naked woman. A thin woman with brown hair, probably in her fifties, has gotten on all fours and started barking. She is crouched, so it’s hard to see, but beneath her hanging breasts, large words have been written in permanent marker. Come to the movie theater. She appears for only a moment before the screen jerks and switches back to the studio. That’s where the video ends. “…Hosshi, can we really ignore Daiyan if he’s even using TV to make his threats? …There’s no way.” “You’re right… It won’t work.” What if, for example, Daiya made one of his Subjects say I’ll kill Maria Otonashi if you don’t come to the theater? It wouldn’t make any difference to Daiya whether his message actually reached us or not. Now that he’s gone this far, he might really follow through on his threat with the expectation that we have received his message. As long as there’s a risk of that, we can’t ignore him. If we still persist with this plan, he’ll only go to even more extreme lengths to reach us. He may even utilize his Subjects to ensure I could never have a normal life ever again. In the worst-case scenario, the Daiya we’re dealing with now could harm Maria. Now that he’s discovered this method, I can’t avert my eyes from him any longer. Even indirect threats will work on me now. “Urgh!” As it stands, not noticing messages from Daiya will be the problem. I don’t see the point in keeping this up now. I turn my phone back on. Instantly, I receive a call, as if it were just waiting for me. Opening my phone, I check the name on the screen. Kasumi Mogi. “Found youuu.” I haven’t answered the phone. After all, it’s still ringing from the incoming call. I can hear another sound besides my stupid electronic ringtone, one I’m not used to hearing. Roll, roll, roll. It’s the sound of wheels. The sound of a wheelchair. Daiya Oomine 09/11 FRI 10:12 PM I never limit myself to just one scheme. I had trusted in Iroha Shindo’s capability, but that’s not to say I’ve been operating under the assumption that she would guarantee success. If I did happen to rely on the actions of someone else and something unexpected happened, it could prove fatal, given the unforgiving time constraints. That’s why my plan didn’t rely solely on Shindo when I was putting the screws to Kazu during the third movie, Repeat, Reset, Reset. I had several other ploys in the works while she was “revealing Kazu’s betrayal to Otonashi.” One of them consisted of messages to Kazu on TV using dog-people. I issued an Order to eleven of my Subjects who had committed grave enough crimes that I wouldn’t mind making dog-people of them. The Order was to write Come to the movie theater on their naked bodies and show it to Kazuki by displaying their disgraceful state on television. While I haven’t yet confirmed if it was actually carried out or not, I’m sure one or two of them succeeded. Aya’s arrival here made me think that attempt was a wasted effort, but by the same token, her presence gives it new importance. Thanks to this, I can prevent Kazu and the others from cutting off contact with me. From Kazu’s perspective, all he needs to do to bring me down is wait for the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes to reach its conclusion, meaning there’s a good chance he’ll cut off all contact with me and go into hiding. But a broadcast mishap of that magnitude would make waves across the Internet and elsewhere, making it extremely likely to reach Kazu’s ears. And once it did, Kazu would understand the dangers of cutting off contact. If I can reach him, then I can use Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime more effectively in this conflict. We’re in the entrance. 15 Years Old and Earrings has yet to start. I’ll lose pretty much all freedom once the show begins, so I have to use this time to put together the broad brushstrokes of a plan. There are seventeen minutes left until the movie starts. We’ll be teleported to the theater five minutes before, so that leaves twelve minutes. Dammit… Not much time, but what else is new? “In other words, this is what you’re saying your plan is.” Aya summarizes what I just finished telling her. “Kasumi Mogi is experiencing despair because of her physical condition and her unrequited romantic feelings for Kazuki Hoshino. If I ask her if she wants to use the Misbegotten Happiness, she won’t say no. So I’ll use my Box on Mogi, thus forgetting about Kazuki Hoshino.” I nod, and Aya continues. “Kazuki Hoshino probably hasn’t explained the Boxes to Mogi and had her join his side. I doubt he’d want to tell Mogi about them, since she took such pains to wipe the Rejecting Classroom from her mind. Plus, a paraplegic just wouldn’t be much help to him in this fight. Basically, if you can bring a Subject in contact with her, your plan can move forward without any harm coming to her. And getting in touch will be easy. She has to be at the hospital, after all.” Well, to be honest, I couldn’t care less about Mogi. I just want Kazu to come to the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes, but there’s no need for me to say that. “Kasumi, huh…?” That useless, annoying idiot butts in yet again. Shut the hell up, you teru teru bozu bitch. “…You’re thinking something rude, aren’t you? It’s all over your face. I’m good at reading expressions, you know?” Against my will, I converse with Yanagi for a bit. “…Just asking, but do you know Mogi?” “Well, she’s both my rival in love and an ally against a shared enemy. I sometimes trade info with her at the hospital. Eh-heh-heh.” “So, discussing the perfect crime for how to bump off Otonashi? Is your switcheroo trick using the wheelchair almost complete? Everyone knows Mogi can’t get around on her own, so who’d have thought you’d take advantage of that to craft your alibi.” “Why is your murder plan so specific?! You really need to rethink your image of me!” “And while we’re at it, why did you butt in when Mogi came up? You got something on your mind?” “Huh? …Um, no…” Ugh, I shouldn’t have asked. Time to put this girl out of my mind. “Now, then.” How to go about using Mogi… Nevertheless, Aya is better bait for Kazu than Mogi. It’s a simple plan, but using a Subject in the outside world to threaten Kazu about Aya is the best option. The threat will go something like this: If you don’t smash the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes by the end of today, I’ll kill Maria Otonashi. I should probably set the time limit to five minutes or so before the end of the day at midnight. Threats are effective. Desperate as I am, there is no way for Kazu to say for certain that I won’t murder Aya. If so, then what do I intend by using Mogi? Why do I find it necessary, even though putting her in the middle will take a not-so-negligible amount of extra time? I do need to make Aya think of using the Misbegotten Happiness on poor, heartbroken Mogi. That’s not the entirety of it, though. As I thought just a moment ago, threats using Aya work. The problem is, they work too well. It might suggest to someone that I’m going to win this. To whom, you ask? To O. “As for how to get Kazu to come here, I’ve got an idea.” I decide to try telling Aya about it. “Let’s hear it, then.” “I’ll just have a Subject break Mogi’s fingers.” “……What’re you saying?” Aya scowls. Just as I thought. “It’s a threat: If you don’t want to stay quiet and watch Mogi lose her hands, then come into the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes. Kazu once had feelings for her. Even he can take the sound of her fingers snapping for only so long, right? To make matters worse, Mogi can use only her upper body. Her hands are more important to her than to other people, right?” “I won’t let you do that, either!” “Don’t you hate Mogi? Didn’t she stab you?” “Don’t make me repeat myself. My feelings have nothing to do with it. I can’t stand by while people get hurt, no matter who they are.” Yep, that’s pretty much the reaction I anticipated. There’s not really any point in getting Aya worked up here. “…Understood. Let’s scratch that plan, then,” I acquiesce. But I don’t mean it. It’s not as if Aya ever had any means of checking what Orders I make, so I can get away with just saying this. No need for me to stay true to my word. Whether I have her blessing or not, what matters is that Mogi’s fingers break. This little script is not for Aya, but for O. I need to convince her that this is the trump card of my strategy. If it’s for Maria’s sake, Kazu may very well leave Mogi to her broken-fingered fate. Kazuki Hoshino can veer that far off the path of common sense, once he’s prepared for the worst. I’m sure O thinks so, too. That’s why she won’t think I’ll win with this gambit. If it appears that my stratagem is going to fail, then I doubt she’ll step in. In actuality, the center of my plan is a threat against Aya. I’ll keep that fact under wraps, though, by convincing O that my threat revolves around Kasumi Mogi. The question is whether I can pull it off when my opponent is O. And I conclude: —I can. O can apparently observe the world. But as far as I can tell, this process is like using a satellite camera to peer down at the earth. It makes it difficult to get a detailed understanding of the motives behind my actions. That is O’s weakness. So I can do it. Like a magician distracting his audience with showmanship while he smoothly performs his sleight of hand, I can conceal my threat with Aya by making another one with Mogi. Naturally, I can’t rest easy and assume what someone as unpredictable as O will do. I’ll need to adapt on the fly depending on how things play out. The thing is, I’m beginning to get a grasp on how O’s mind works. Though her almost godlike abilities made it difficult to see, now that I recognize her true nature—for better or worse—I can make the correct analysis. O’s personality is not something otherworldly like that of a god or demon, but something more mundane like that of an eccentric human being. Her mental acumen is apparently quite high, but nothing that breaches the bounds of common sense. Nothing special. I’m fairly certain her personality was based on a certain girl’s image of her big sister, the real “Aya Otonashi.” So my analytical skill allows me to read her behavior for the most part. For example, there’s one thing of which I’m certain—sometime today, O will show up. “………Iroha!” I turn in the direction of Yanagi’s sudden cry. Standing beneath the electric billboard is Iroha Shindo, her school uniform red and dirty, her face exhausted and smeared with mud. “Wh-what’s wrong, Iroha? On your uniform—is that blood? Are you hurt?” Yanagi runs up to Shindo in concern. “It’s fake blood. I’m not injured, but…I might as well be dead.” “Wh-what do you mean?” “My Box was broken.” Yanagi’s eyes go wide with surprise, while Aya’s brows narrow intensely. I have a heap of things I want to ask her, too. But there’s something I have to say before I do so. “Is this pathetic farce supposed to accomplish something, O?” Yanagi and Aya look from O to me, their eyes still wide. “……Oh?” Shindo’s expression goes from utter exhaustion to that familiar bewitching gentleness. All the same—seeing that look brings something to mind, though it has no bearing on anything now. That benevolence really does remind me of the expression Kazu had when he sent me into the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes. “I must say, I’m hurt that you didn’t let yourself be fooled for even a second. How on earth did you know it was me?” “…It was just a hunch.” The truth is, I had predicted that O would make an appearance here before too long. Given her nature, O would probably want to see Kazu and me squirm. I’m not going to say that answer aloud, of course. It’s no good if O thinks I’ll win. Being honest here would probably only set O on guard, and I don’t need that. O doesn’t seem to have any particular doubts. Not even that interested, in fact. “……O.” Aya has been watching our interaction with what almost amounts to a glare. Her eyes are full of hatred. “I haven’t seen you in some time.” “I don’t suppose you’re planning to give me a new Box?” “Surely there’s no reason for me to do that? I’m certain I kindly informed you that as a subject for observation, you’re hardly any different from a vacuum cleaner. I have no intention of meddling with something little different from a machine.” As I watch their exchange, I think: What the hell is this charade? Why does O claim to have no interest in Aya yet speak with such hostility? O doesn’t respond to others like this. Why doesn’t Aya find that suspicious? Why can’t Aya catch on to O’s true nature? My train of thought is cut off as O looks at me. “Oomine. Actually, I need to speak with you. Is that acceptable?” This proposal is unexpected. Unexpected because I had taken it for granted that O would remain an observer as long as Kazu didn’t encounter any major setbacks. I still have a ways to go when it comes to reading O. I glance at my watch as I pull myself together. 10:19 PM. “I hope it’s productive? I have less than six minutes of freedom to chat. If it’s small talk you want, sorry.” If I do speak with O, it’ll most likely take until I’m transported to the theater. Once that happens, I won’t be free to act. “It’s something of importance to you.” That settles it. That alone prevents me from refusing O’s offer out of hand. “Understood.” All I would be able to do with Aya in my remaining time is go over my plans again anyway. I’ve already made the Order for Mogi. I’ve sent a Subject—a fanatical follower, in fact—to her hospital. “Forgive me, but would the rest of you mind leaving the room? I must speak with Oomine alone.” Aya isn’t happy about this. “Wait. Why do you and Oomine—?” “Sorry.” I rein Aya in. “But there’s no time to have your question answered. Just hold on to it for now.” Though she’s clearly upset about it, Aya doesn’t say anything further. The instant I can tell that Yanagi and Aya are gone, I start talking. “Get to the point,” I tell O-in-Shindo’s-form. I genuinely don’t have time for pleasantries. “Hmph, very well,” O agrees, then gives me the gist. “Kazuki and I are now enemies.” All my assumptions are shattered. “” I’m stunned. To be honest, I want time to spend going over the implications of what I’ve just heard. Unfortunately, I don’t get a grace period. The shock has left my emotions churning, but the question I ask is a productive one. “So are you on my side?” I can’t put thoughts and feelings in order, but I can still at least make the proper B response to A. I don’t have the time or resources to confirm the truth of O’s claim or ask for the particulars. I just have to assume that statement is true and find out if this situation is useful to me. “I will not be your ally.” “Why not? Kazu is our common enemy now, right?” “I don’t believe Kazuki will abandon hope if I go along with your way of doing things. To put it another way, I don’t see any advantage in becoming your ally.” “Still, if you’re against Kazu, that means you aren’t going to interfere in my victory so he can win, correct?” “That is true. I will not interfere. In fact, I have something nice to share with you. Your plan, the plan of using the Misbegotten Happiness in front of Kazuki to remove Maria Otonashi’s memories of him, is the best option available to you at the moment. I guarantee that.” I don’t have the time to confirm whether this is true, either. I just have to take it at face value. “Next question. Kazu is supposedly more interesting to you than anyone else. Why is he your enemy now?” “You speak as if my fascination means he can’t become my foe, but it’s quite the opposite. His position as my enemy is precisely what fascinates me about him.” “Enough with the flowery speech. What I’m asking is the reason he became your enemy.” “So brusque. If I exist to allow Maria Otonashi to be ‘Aya Otonashi,’ then Kazuki exists to erase ‘Aya Otonashi’ from Maria Otonashi. It’s only natural that we oppose each other, don’t you think?” “I guess… Still, how does Kazu thinking that change anything? Just saying, Kazu may have some quirks, but he’s only human. Are you saying a mere mortal like Kazu has the ability to do away with you, specifically?” “Yes, he does. Kazuki has obtained the ability to crush Boxes by force.” That sure cuts off my ranting, as you might imagine. “…The ability to crush Boxes?” What kind of cheating BS is that? I think for a moment that O is referring to the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes, but no. That Box can crush only my Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime. “Why does Kazu have this power?” “Because he is another person who has gained power from the Misbegotten Happiness. Much like myself.” “I don’t understand. How would Kazu gain power from the Misbegotten Happiness—? No, I’ll just take that as it is. There’s one thing I just can’t reconcile, though, and that’s when Aya got the Misbegotten Happiness. I don’t know all the details, but Aya and Kazu weren’t acquainted at that point, were they? If so, then how would it have influenced Kazu?” “It’s not really all that difficult. The Misbegotten Happiness was always going to make a force to counterbalance me. But as Maria Otonashi could not conceive of a being capable of opposing me, that position remained vacant. That doesn’t mean there was no counterbalance at all, however. The post remained, ready to be filled. And then the one meant to take it appeared. The anomaly, Kazuki Hoshino, whom a certain someone saw as a savior. The discrepancy in the timing doesn’t amount to all that much.” I see. In a sense, that discrepancy is even more characteristic of a Box. As it happens, something has been bugging me for a little while now. “I want to make sure of something.” “And what would that be?” “What the hell are you?” “What am I? Such a crude question. I’m afraid I can’t humor you because the scope of the question is beyond my capacity to answer.” “I get that you’re made in the image of the real Aya Otonashi, and that you’ve been influenced by the Misbegotten Happiness. What I can’t figure out, though, is why Kazu is the force that opposes you, and why he has the power to remove you.” “Yes, I can see you don’t understand yet. The Misbegotten Happiness is originally a Box that gives me existence as O. That’s how it grants wishes. If it’s destroyed, I can’t exist as O.” I’m almost reeling from the shock, but there’s no time for whirling emotions. I respond with pure logic. “So what you’re implying is that when I received a Box, I used Aya’s Misbegotten Happiness, too?” “Indeed. Without the Misbegotten Happiness, there would be no me.” “But wouldn’t that mean Aya doesn’t actually lose her memories when she uses the Misbegotten Happiness? I’m actually using the Box, but she hasn’t forgotten anything.” “It’s not a lie. The memory loss occurs only when she decides to use the Misbegotten Happiness of her own will.” “That’s quite a convenient system.” “Is it? Haven’t Boxes always worked this way? Give it some thought; can’t you work out why she loses her memory to begin with?” The question reminds me of the almost laughable conversation between O and Aya just a moment ago. Why is Aya almost stupidly unaware of O’s identity? I think. The answer comes to me. She has to be, or the Misbegotten Happiness could never come into existence. Aya must never realize that O is the product of her own Box. Furthermore, she must never realize that O is like the real “Aya Otonashi.” She must never know how her Box grants the wishes of other people. If she ever found out, the Misbegotten Happiness wouldn’t just be “misbegotten,” it would be a downright screwup. So if she’s going to learn how the Box works when she uses it, she has to forget. O and Aya have been set to despise each other so that the Box won’t create a broken wish. Aya has cooked up a story in which she is trying to get a new Box from her archnemesis so that this time, she can make a perfect wish that is not “misbegotten.” But it’s not possible for Aya to obtain her ideal Box. It’ll never be possible. After all, her struggle against O is her entanglement in the Misbegotten Happiness. “” What the hell? What sort of fool’s errand is that? She may as well be building a sandcastle that will collapse under a little rain. Is this really what Aya has been persevering for? Is this what she has spent a whole lifetime on? Is this what she’s killed off her own personality for, what she’s staked her life on? “……” Does Kazu realize that Aya’s battle is in vain? I’m sorry, but the way his head works, he probably doesn’t know what exactly is going on. I’m sure he gets the essence of it, though. He has an intuitive grasp on the truth of this Box. Yeah, that’s how Kazuki Hoshino is. That’s why I know he’ll try to crush the Misbegotten Happiness. He will attempt to deliver Maria Otonashi from this system of meaningless sacrifice. And, it goes without saying, my Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime is standing in his way. “What exactly does Kazu need to do to destroy Boxes? How would my Box be broken?” “If Kazuki is able to touch your chest, he can remove your Box and crush it. That’s how he did away with Iroha Shindo’s Box, in fact.” “…What? He actually took out Shindo? …Wait, more importantly—” All he has to do is touch me? That’s bad. I just tried to send an invitation for Kazu to enter the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes. But if he can crush Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime by just touching me after I’ve called him in here— “I’m SOL, aren’t I?” If I do nothing here, the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes will destroy my Box. On the other hand, Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime will also be crushed if I summon Kazu here and let him get his hands on me. Give me a break. You can be only so unfair. Let’s think in specifics. When Kazu shows up in the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes, for instance, I could take Aya hostage and tie her head over my chest to prevent him from touching me. That’s not an option, though. It’s not an issue of ethics—I just won’t be able to do it. I’d be in the theater when it happens, and the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes makes me incredibly lethargic if I attempt to do anything other than watch the movie. I won’t have the strength to resist that and hold down her head, not for long. Does that mean our gambit to remove Aya’s memories of Kazu with the Misbegotten Happiness is my only option, regardless of whether he comes here or not? That won’t work, either, though. Things won’t go that smoothly. Aya has said she has no intention of using the Misbegotten Happiness on anyone who doesn’t want it, and she’s not likely to bend on that. I don’t have time to hatch some plot to make Yanagi or Mogi desperate enough to ask her to use it. And my Box will be crushed if Kazu touches me in the meantime. …But if the power of the Misbegotten Happiness has always been the power to grant the use of O’s Boxes, then there is something that makes me wonder. “Can the Misbegotten Happiness be used by a person who has used a Box before?” O replies without any particular change in expression. “They cannot use the same Box, but if it’s a different one, then yes. However, I do not use Boxes on the same subject twice.” If so, then I guess I can get Yanagi or Mogi to take some Misbegotten Happiness. Now how do I go about doing that—? “……Ngh.” My mind suddenly slows to a crawl. My brain is finally worn out. My head is in pain; I’m cracking under the influx of information. I can absorb and understand only so many insane revelations without my mind shutting down, and I’ve had about all I can take. I look at my wristwatch. Not even a minute left before I’m in the theater. “O.” There’s still one thing I just have to check, though. It’s been on my mind this entire time, something I’ve been meaning to ask O the next time I encountered her after I realized her identity. “What is it?” Depending on the answer, my resolve may be shattered. This question is that crucial. “The Misbegotten Happiness is an external-type Box, correct?” There are internal-and external-type Boxes, categorized based on whether the owner believes its effects can actually be implemented in the real world. Let’s say the Misbegotten Happiness is an internal-type Box, and Aya didn’t believe. It depends on the Box’s level, but internal-type Boxes generally don’t influence reality. In other words, all the bizarre, Box-induced incidents like the Rejecting Classroom, the Week in the Mud, and the Game of Indolence were part of the unreality within the Misbegotten Happiness. All these stories would be treated as vivid dreams of Aya’s. The same would go for Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime, too, of course. I can’t let this end with something so ridiculous. I wouldn’t be able to bear it. If the Misbegotten Happiness is not an external-type Box, then everything I have done will be rendered meaningless. “Yes, it’s an external-type, and a level ten. Her faith in her ability to make others happy is almost flawless. Your worries are unfounded, so relax.” Judging by her tone, it’s the truth. Whew, that was close. Everything that’s happened wasn’t a lie. My plan to strengthen the moral perspective of all humanity, the dog-people I created to judge the criminals who escaped justice, the excruciating agony I bore from the shadows of crime, Iroha Shindo’s breakdown at my hands, Koudai Kamiuchi’s death at my hands, and all the people I’ve warped with Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime—they were all real. I’m relieved… Or I should be. The truth is, as an owner, I do possess a vague sense of whether a Box is an internal or external type. The reason I still have to make sure is that I’m not the kind of person who can place much trust in hunches. Plus, given how crucial of an issue it is, I just needed proof. All right, maybe I’ll ask about one more important thing. When I learned that Kazu’s power came from the Misbegotten Happiness, a new question rose to my mind, one I had to ask. “Kazu crushes Boxes, right?” “That’s what I’ve been saying.” “All of us were able to become owners because we liked the idea of Boxes and accepted them. But someone who crushes Boxes would be the complete opposite.” O listens to my question with that same pleasant and graceful smile. “Would someone who rejects Boxes to such an extent ever be able to become an owner?” O answers my question concisely. “They would not.” I can’t even remember how many times it’s been now, but I’m teleported immediately after this conversation. I’m seated in front of the screen. In five minutes, the final movie, 15 Years Old and Earrings, will play. The audience consists of the decorative audience who look as if they’re wearing masks of themselves. More of these unsmiling dolls are familiar faces than before. Behind and to my right is a realistic Yuri Yanagi. Aya Otonashi is back and to the left. O-in-Iroha-Shindo’s-form is nowhere to be seen. After that, there’s that odd phenomenon unique to this Box. A pitch-black hole, in the shape of someone sitting. An utter darkness that is now just two seats away—the abyss. And then, next to me— “Yeah.” It makes sense. Kazu can’t become an owner. He couldn’t come up with the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes. He never could have made a Box with the lone purpose of stamping out my wish. Who, then, is the owner? Who could think only of me? Who could wish only for me? Only one person. And so, sitting next to me is the star of this movie. Kokone Kirino. The air-conditioning is too strong. It feels as if the unnaturally pure air is boring holes in my skin. I touch my earrings. I put holes in myself every chance I get, but it really isn’t enough. I don’t have nearly enough openings. Kokone. No matter how many holes I punch in my body, you won’t get out. Seeing you there brings it all back from the distant past. That warmth in my arms never leaves. The once-gentle aura around us, the heat for us and only us, clashes sharply with reality to create a screeching that nearly drives me insane. There’s no way I can watch this movie to the end. My mind will probably snap before the credits roll. Why— Why Why Why did it end up like this? The Box I’ve been fighting belongs to Kokone? Does that mean I’m fighting her? No. It’s not that we’re fighting. Something doesn’t fit. If so, then who am I fighting? What am I fighting? What would it take for us to be happy? No. That thought is wrong. I didn’t choose happiness. I chose justice. That’s why this was a foregone conclusion. This story was always going to end in tragedy. Well, my psyche will crumble soon, I think. I’ll probably be destroyed. But I’m fine with that. I have no problem with it. If I only figure out what is just and act to make it happen, I’ll be able to work on autopilot. Empty-headed. No problem. I know. I know what this is. It’s despair. But despair already won a long time ago. Yeah. The screen flashes white, and then the light is red. It’s the end of the world. I’ve seen it before. What’s about to appear on-screen is just another romantic drama with naive middle schoolers. I’m sure it’ll be great. A guaranteed tearjerker. Everyone loves those, right? Stories about other people’s suffering. Stories that make you cry over how very sad those poor characters are, and then you feel better. So please eat some popcorn and enjoy. Everyone, a round of applause. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap, clap. Kazuki Hoshino 09/11 FRI 10:31 PM Mogi still can’t operate her wheelchair on her own. That’s why the one who brought her here, the one who called out “Found youuu,” is not Mogi. “Eh-heh-heh. Lucky me.” The person pushing Mogi in her wheelchair is a seemingly ordinary young girl. That ordinary impression lasts only for a second, though. The only reason I thought it at all was because of her plain black bob and the prim dark-blue sailor uniform identifying her as an average middle schooler. But upon seeing her eyes, I can tell that this girl isn’t going to act like one. We’re on a backstreet with not much foot traffic. The girl’s pupils glimmer with so much fire beneath the glow of the streetlamp that I wonder if they forgot how to reflect light properly. It’s as if they’re made of aluminum foil. They aren’t normal. “I found you. Kazuki Hoshino, Kazuki Hoshino, Kazuki Hoshino.” Full of energy, she twirls around on the spot. Just as I start to realize what’s going on, she suddenly falls silent, biting her lip and fixing me with a glare. “Lord Daiya’s enemy.” I had a feeling that was it. This girl is one of the Daiya fanatics Yuri mentioned briefly. “Hoshino…” For some reason, this fanatic has brought Mogi with her. “Mogi… What’s going on…?” Mogi is as white as a sheet and still in her pajamas, suggesting she was brought here against her will. “Sh-she suddenly showed up and took me with her… I was really scared, but…it’s not like I could fight back.” True. Mogi’s body is in no state to do anything. So what this girl is doing—no, what Daiya is doing—is the work of an undeniable coward. “I had no idea what was going on. She took me outside, stole my cell phone, and then started trying to get in touch with you. That’s when I realized why she came to get me.” “And then you found me the moment my phone rang…meaning we happened to be nearby…” This road is close to the hospital. While it’s unfortunate we were found so quickly, I probably would have responded to any contact from Mogi. This girl with her aluminum-foil eyes would have caught us sooner or later. The girl begins to caress Mogi’s hands. Then she says: “I’m going to break them now.” “Huh?” The word “break” has nothing to do with this situation. I don’t get it. “Fingers. Hers. I’m going to break them. I’m sorry.” Mogi’s eyes go wide, and she looks up at the girl. Unsure of how to respond, I decide to start by asking the first question that came to mind. “Wh-why would you do that?” “Um…because that’s the Order. From Lord Daiya.” “Hold up,” Haruaki interrupts after watching us. “What would that accomplish?” “Accomplish? I just said it’s an Order, right?” “That’s not what I mean! What’s the goal? Doesn’t Daiya Oomine want something from Kazuki Hoshino?!” “Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah. I was told to make Kazuki Hoshino come into the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes.” The girl replies as if the objective doesn’t matter to her in the slightest. For a fanatic of Daiya’s like herself, maybe she doesn’t care about the ends or the means. She simply obeys the instructions given to her. She doesn’t prioritize, either. “Don’t you feel anything seeing Kasumi in this state? You’re just fine doing this?” Haruaki is a little stunned by her behavior, but he lays into her anyway. Upon hearing this, the girl tilts her head all the way to the side, leaning over Mogi and staring at her upside down. Mogi squeaks at suddenly finding that face looking at her. “I feel bad for her.” It’s an unexpected reply. “But I feel even worse for myself.” “Wh-why?” She raises her head again and mutters, “I have AIDS, you know? I’m gonna die eventually. Yeah. I’m worse off.” But her tone makes it sound as if she doesn’t care at all. “So does my pity mean anything?” She doesn’t care. For this girl, “feeling bad” for Mogi is yet another thing that doesn’t matter to her. Nothing matters except her devotion to Daiya. That is abnormal. It’s so abnormal that Haruaki is too stunned to reply. I’m sure of it. This girl will indeed snap Mogi’s fingers one by one without batting an eye. She’ll do it without any deep feelings or thought to what it means. “………Ugh.” I let out a sigh, then laugh scornfully. “C’mon, man.” Daiya, what are you even doing? Is this what you want? I thought you couldn’t stand people with no imagination? Isn’t this girl here exactly what you described? “What’s so funny?” The girl stares at me angrily with those aluminum-foil eyes. Should I be afraid of those eyes? I don’t really think so. In fact, I’m convinced they’re a hindrance. A hindrance to her that means I don’t need to hold back at all. Here’s the thing about people with no imagination, people who just do what they’re told. From a certain perspective, such a total lack of original thought— “Huh? Oh!” —leaves them wide-open. The girl gives a cry of confusion when I abruptly dash forward. But she can’t think, so she can’t react. I weave around behind her. “Ah, ngh!” I squeeze her neck with both hands. The girl lets go of the wheelchair without thinking. “Haruaki!” He’s been watching me in wide-eyed surprise, but he knows exactly why I called out to him. Now that the wheelchair is out of the girl’s hands, he snatches it away. “Koff, koff!” Not loosening my grip on the coughing girl, I seize her by the collar and then push her down without giving her a chance to respond. The girl’s aluminum-foil eyes are now full of shock. I can see the beginnings of rising fear. Who gives a crap, though? It’s worth no more than dog food. “Not having any doubts is a strength, but still.” I ready my right hand. Then I plunge it into her chest like a sword. “Agh, guh!” “This is what happens if you don’t have any will or determination.” I pull out the mass-produced offshoot of Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime. “Ah…” The girl looks at what I have in my hand: an inferior Box that resembles a black bean. “S-stop! M-my link! My link to Lord Daiya will go away!” she shrieks desperately. I snort in amusement. “You never had one to begin with. Just shut up.” I’m taking back Maria, and I’ll do whatever it takes to anyone who gets in my way. I crush it. —Crsssh. There isn’t much resistance. It feels like squishing a pill bug. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” The girl faints, just as Iroha did when I destroyed her Box. “………Whew.” It doesn’t make me feel much of anything. I just did what I could. That’s all. Looking down at the girl where she has collapsed, I stand and brush the dirt off my clothes. When I glance at Haruaki, I find he’s been watching me with round eyes. “……What’s wrong, Haruaki?” “…Uh, well…it’s just that you did something weird.” “Yeah, I’ve gained the ability to remove and destroy Boxes.” “Oh…okay…” Despite my explanation, Haruaki’s expression is still dubious. “…? It looks like you have something else to say.” “Oh yeah. Um…man, you don’t pull your punches.” “Pull my punches? Why would I need to do that? She was going to break Mogi’s fingers, wasn’t she? You could tell she had no qualms about it, right?” “Y-yeah. What you did, yeah, it was justified.” Justified. Yes, it was justified. So Haruaki’s confusion is a little bewildering. More important is Mogi, now that she’s suddenly involved. I lean over and smile at her in her wheelchair. “Are you okay?” “Th-thanks.” I thought I spoke to her kindly, but she still seems bemused. “……” …Now I know I need to take care. My actions are a little bit strange. Mercy was a luxury I couldn’t afford, though… As I look at Mogi and try to justify my actions in my mind, I suddenly spot something. “Huh? Mogi? Are you hiding something in your left pocket?” I ask, pointing it out. “Ulp.” Mogi won’t look me in the eye. What’s with that reaction? What is it? I’m about to ask, when Haruaki taps me on the shoulder. “Bad news, Hosshi. Looks like that scream got everyone’s attention,” he tells me. Lights have appeared in the doorways of houses nearby, and a commotion is beginning. It makes sense. This place doesn’t see a lot of traffic, but it’s not deserted like that tunnel under the tracks that Iroha brought me to. This girl was really reckless for trying to hurt someone in a place like this. “What should we do? I don’t want to take the time to explain the situation.” “I’m worried about her, but let’s get out of here. She’s down for the count, so people may get the wrong idea and think we hurt her. Maybe we should lean her against that wall over there. Someone will probably hand her over to the police.” I nod and do as Haruaki says. We beat a hasty retreat, and once we’ve got some distance, we begin walking over to Kokone’s again. But there’s a problem, and I shouldn’t even have to say it’s Mogi. Mogi has no idea what any of this is about. I can’t tell her about Boxes and drag her into this. If Daiya is going to keep giving Orders that involve Mogi, though, then I can’t just take her back to the hospital and be done with it. There’s no telling if a similar incident might happen again. Maybe I should explain just a bit of what’s going on to her? And is it the right thing to do, to take someone who can’t move freely? “Mogi, what do you wanna do?” Unable to decide myself, I instinctively ask the person in question. Clueless about the situation as she is, there’s no way she can make a good call, but still. As Haruaki pushes her wheelchair along, Mogi doesn’t answer right away. Then she says with a troubled look, “What would be the best course of action?” It sounds like a throwaway response. But it bothers me. I mean, that’s definitely not a natural reply. Normally, wouldn’t someone ask what’s going on or just be lost before they got to that? “Mogi, I’m sorry!” “Huh? Oh!” I can’t stop wondering about what’s hidden in her shirt. I shove my hand into her pocket, and it touches something hard. Mogi’s face has gone bright red in either panic or discomfort over being touched, and she protests weakly. She doesn’t have much strength, though, so I take the hard little object with ease. It’s— “A stun gun…?” Why? Why would Mogi be carrying this? Would she have had the time to hide this in her pocket when Daiya’s fanatic took her from the hospital? Did Mogi always have a stun gun with her there? My conclusion is only natural. Mogi had that stun gun beforehand. In other words— —she knew that the fanatic was going to attack her. “……” Then there’s the thing I discovered when I touched her. As the one with the “Empty Box,” I had to notice this, at least. —Mogi is an owner. —Mogi is a Subject. If she knew she was going to be attacked, then why didn’t she use the stun gun when it happened? Who did she plan to use it on, then? What Order has she received from Daiya? If Daiya has given her an Order, then who would her target be…? “I didn’t want to tell you,” Mogi says in a small voice. “I didn’t want to tell you I had remembered about Boxes. After all—” She grabs on to my sleeve with her shaky strength. “—I remembered I gave up on you.” “Huh?” That was not what I expected her to say. Given that she’s a Subject, I had thought she had been ordered by Daiya to attack me. But when I really, really think about it, using Mogi for that would be more trouble than it was worth for Daiya. So the reason why Mogi is being so uncomfortable is… “I remembered the Rejecting Classroom,” Mogi tells me sadly. Yes, because I found out she recalled those days of hopelessness. “That said, my memories of what actually happened aren’t clear at all. I think it’s because my memory was a foggy mess from the time I was in the Rejecting Classroom.” That’s a small mercy, at least. If she had remembered everything, she might not have even been able to speak with me as she is now. “I’m positive I caused you and Otonashi a lot of trouble, though. I get that feeling. And—” Mogi lets go of my arm and says, with a smile that takes all her effort, “The memory of you dumping me is crystal clear.” Yeah, our romantic relationship…ended back then. It was over. We spent a life’s worth of time putting an end to it. There is no undoing that, not ever. And yet, in my regret, I saved the photo of Mogi’s sunflower smile. That was a mistake. I was just unable to take responsibility for my actions. “But that doesn’t change anything, see? You always have been, and always will be, my hope. That’s still the same,” she tells me. The look on Mogi’s face seems cheerful. Does she accept it? But even if she does, that doesn’t mean I can keep my mouth shut. There are so many things I need to tell her. But Mogi being Mogi, she doesn’t give me that chance. “Okay. Let’s not talk about me now. Let’s talk about what happens next.” “Hold on; it’s just—” “Oomine intends to make Otonashi lose her memory.” “!!” Everything I was going to say to Mogi is scattered to the wind. I’m so sorry, but you’re right. That’s the top priority; we have to talk about it. After all—that would be the final nail in my coffin. What I’m trying to do here isn’t just to destroy Maria’s Misbegotten Happiness. It’s to convince Maria to give up the Misbegotten Happiness herself. If Maria’s memory is taken away, though, I’ll never be able to get through to her. For Maria, I might as well be a stranger if she can’t remember. To make matters worse, she’s so stubborn. She’ll never listen to me if I’m a stranger. Losing all recollection of me—would pretty much render me powerless. But how would she do it? …No, that’s easy. Just use the Misbegotten Happiness on someone I know. Maria’s said before that that would erase her memory. “Grr, Daiya…!” I should’ve expected as much. Even when he’s on his last leg, he can still hit me right where it hurts. “Mogi.” I’m grinding my teeth, but the conversation still needs to move forward. “How did you get this information?” I ask. “You know I received Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime, right?” “Yeah.” “I got an Order a little while ago.” “What was it?” “It said I should brace myself because a fanatic might be coming for me. Also that I should get in touch with you.” So Mogi had been packing a stun gun because she knew an attack was on the way. I guess the reason she didn’t use it earlier was because she realized the attacker was taking her phone to make contact with me, so she just let it all unfold. “And you were trying to get ahold of me so you could tell me Daiya was going to make Maria lose her memories?” “That’s right.” That made sense. I understood that part, but… “Hold on a second. Why would Daiya do that? Why would he have to reveal his plans?” “Huh?” Mogi’s reaction alerts me to something. That’s it. Of course it is. There is no reason Daiya would do that. So the one who made that Order—is another Ruler. But the only person besides Daiya with the abilities of a Ruler was Iroha. I can’t imagine him yielding that kind of power to anyone other than her. Iroha said she was the only one, too. “—Still.” Still, if it’s Iroha we’re dealing with, there is one person she might have passed along that power to in secret. A person she can trust, who would use that ability skillfully and who possessed the good judgment to stop her if it came down to it. I say her name: “Yuri.” Mogi looks confused. “…Um?” I was pretty confident in my reasoning, but I must have made an error along the way. “Oh…guess not.” “You’re not wrong.” “Hmm?” “But why do you call me by my last name ‘Mogi’ and Yanagi by ‘Yuri’?” “……” Huh? “Does that bug you?” “O-of course it does!” Mogi retorts, blushing. I guess my only error was assuming I made an error. “…Um.” At any rate, it really was Yuri who sent Mogi that Order. Her intent was to let me know what’s happening on her end through Mogi. Sending her to Daiya is turning out to be a very good choice. But… …at the same time, her presence could create a problem. Daiya could use Yuri to remove all traces of me from Maria’s mind. “Hosshi, what should we do? The game has changed a lot. My plan to hide won’t do us much good now, will it?” Haruaki says. I nod. “Even if we do lie low, there’s no avoiding ultimatums from Daiya anymore.” “Right.” “Daiya will probably be pulling out all the stops with his Orders, too. He can even use mass media, after all.” Haruaki goes quiet, maybe envisioning the dog-woman on TV. “We managed to escape earlier, but his crazed followers are also a danger. I never would have thought people would have so much blind faith in him. If these fanatics learn that Daiya will lose the power of Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime, they may do something crazy even without an Order.” “Ngh. So what do we do?” There’s one answer. “I have to go into the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes.” If possible, I had wanted to wait it out and let it end that way. If I go into the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes, it means I’ll be using the power of the Empty Box on Daiya and obliterating Crime, Punishment, and the Shadow of Crime. In short, exercising the power to crush a Box in front of Maria. Truth be told, I want to avoid showing my ability to her. Let’s be real—can I actually talk her into casting aside her Box when she knows I’m capable of smashing it? It’d be like trying to persuade her while making a threat at the same time. Like clutching a knife and saying, I’m not going to do anything, so you stab yourself. Maria and I have parted ways completely, I know. But if I do this, it would only make the situation even worse. Nevertheless, I have no other choice. If I tough it out in the real world without going into the Silver Screen of Broken Wishes, and Maria’s memory gets wiped using Yuri, then it’ll be game over. I stare angrily into the palms of my hands. No matter many times I look, my palms are completely unremarkable, much smaller than Haruaki’s. But they hold the power, the hubris to crush wishes. “I’ll defeat Daiya with these hands.” I clench my fists. Haruaki watches me and gives a small nod. “I see—so you’re going to him,” he says, then focuses on some point in the distance. It’s as if he’s mulling over something, or he’s unsure of something. “I wanna make a request.” The far-off gaze shifts steadily to me. “Take me and Kiri with you.” Haruaki lowers his head. And that’s not all he’s doing, I soon find out, as he falls to his knees and bows on the ground in front of me. “H-Haruaki!” “Please!” he shouts, head pressed to the ground. “I want to save Daiyan. And if it’s even possible, I think Kiri is the only one who can do it. Their relationship is broken beyond repair, and it’ll hurt both of them, I know. But… But I think Kiri’s the only one who can do something for Daiyan.” He lifts his head. Haruaki’s eyes are slightly moist with tears. “I want to help them work it out somehow! Even if it doesn’t go well, I know I want to be there with them at the end.” Anyone could tell that it’s a sincere request. All the same, I can’t answer right away. After all, I have to consider the complications it might bring. When it comes down to it, my top priority is Maria. My lack of sympathy does bother me. But I’m Maria’s knight. “Hoshino…” For that reason, when Mogi says my name, I expect an accusation. She doesn’t look accusatory, though. Her face has gone white. “…What’s wrong?” “U-um, I got an Order from Yuri.” Then Mogi tells me: “She says Otonashi became a Subject.”