dangerous stuff kept happening to me for a whole month.”
I gulped.
“I’m impressed you didn’t stop seeing Amemiya after all that.”
Ryuto waved it off. “I love having thrills like that in my life. It only makes me fight harder.”
I cherished peace and quiet too much to ever hope to understand a person like him.
Ryuto frowned. “I don’t care about me. Doesn’t matter if they stalk me or beat me up. I feel like Hotaru has serious problems, though.”
“You mean her personality?”
“No, I wouldn’t mind that, either. But she doesn’t eat at all. I brought her here a couple times and recommended all sorts of stuff, but she just said she wasn’t hungry. Even when I tried to order something for her and make her eat, she wouldn’t even try it, and she never drank any water.
“Once she collapsed from hunger in the middle of one of our dates. When I took her home, I found out she lives in a huge mansion, but I never saw a sign that anyone else actually lives there. I asked her where everyone was, but she didn’t say anything.
“That and sometimes she becomes a different person. When night falls or we go somewhere dark, she’ll cheer up or get grumpy real suddenly and start calling herself Kayano Kujo.”
I leaned in closer. “Really? She said Kayano Kujo? So Amemiya and Kayano Kujo are the same person?”
“Konoha, have you ever met Kayano?”
I explained to Ryuto what had been going on, but he seemed skeptical.
I told him that mysterious notes had been left in the relationship advice box that Tohko had set up. I told him that when Tohko and I had staked out the box, there had been some supernatural phenomena and a girl wearing an old sailor suit had appeared and that she had written things down in a notebook, then tornthe paper up and put it in the mailbox. I told him that the girl had called herself Kayano.
Ryuto’s forehead wrinkled.
“Maybe she heard about it from me. I asked Hotaru if she knew about the mailbox the book club had put up in the school yard, and I told her she could get romantic advice from it.”
Without quite realizing it, Ryuto and I had become very intent in our discussion of the mysteries surrounding Amemiya.
“It would be a huge pain if you told Tohko about all this violent stuff that’s been happening to me, so could you keep that a secret? And could you find out about Hotaru? Just whatever you can manage is fine.”
I knew the request would turn out to be a pain and cursed myself, but I told Ryuto, “I don’t think I’ll be much help, but I can try asking her classmates.”
“My motto is
supposed
to be ‘A wise man courts no danger’…”
I sighed as I walked down the hallway during lunch.
I’d already stopped a boy named Morishita who had been in my class the year before and was in Amemiya’s class this year. According to what he told me, the rumor was true that anyone who got close to Amemiya was cursed, and all the boys who had ever gone out with her had been hit by cars or had fallen down the stairs at train stations or had been sent to the hospital in similar ways.
“Amemiya seems so subdued. She’s been out with that many boys?”
“I know, right? She’s obviously pretty, but her reactions are dulled or something and she doesn’t get excited about anything and she’s just gloomy. She doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t fit in at all. She just zones out all through lunch and doesn’t eat. Idon’t think anyone’s ever seen her bring a lunch from home or buy anything to eat at school. That’s anorexic, right?”
Morishita also told me about Amemiya’s former boyfriends.
“I heard there were about five or six of them. At the end of first year, she suddenly started dating a bunch of guys. They were all known cheaters or gang kids or some other worthless kind of loser, and Amemiya even came to school with bruises on her face a couple times. The guys were probably hitting her.”
Why would Amemiya go out with such awful boys
I gulped.
“I’m impressed you didn’t stop seeing Amemiya after all that.”
Ryuto waved it off. “I love having thrills like that in my life. It only makes me fight harder.”
I cherished peace and quiet too much to ever hope to understand a person like him.
Ryuto frowned. “I don’t care about me. Doesn’t matter if they stalk me or beat me up. I feel like Hotaru has serious problems, though.”
“You mean her personality?”
“No, I wouldn’t mind that, either. But she doesn’t eat at all. I brought her here a couple times and recommended all sorts of stuff, but she just said she wasn’t hungry. Even when I tried to order something for her and make her eat, she wouldn’t even try it, and she never drank any water.
“Once she collapsed from hunger in the middle of one of our dates. When I took her home, I found out she lives in a huge mansion, but I never saw a sign that anyone else actually lives there. I asked her where everyone was, but she didn’t say anything.
“That and sometimes she becomes a different person. When night falls or we go somewhere dark, she’ll cheer up or get grumpy real suddenly and start calling herself Kayano Kujo.”
I leaned in closer. “Really? She said Kayano Kujo? So Amemiya and Kayano Kujo are the same person?”
“Konoha, have you ever met Kayano?”
I explained to Ryuto what had been going on, but he seemed skeptical.
I told him that mysterious notes had been left in the relationship advice box that Tohko had set up. I told him that when Tohko and I had staked out the box, there had been some supernatural phenomena and a girl wearing an old sailor suit had appeared and that she had written things down in a notebook, then tornthe paper up and put it in the mailbox. I told him that the girl had called herself Kayano.
Ryuto’s forehead wrinkled.
“Maybe she heard about it from me. I asked Hotaru if she knew about the mailbox the book club had put up in the school yard, and I told her she could get romantic advice from it.”
Without quite realizing it, Ryuto and I had become very intent in our discussion of the mysteries surrounding Amemiya.
“It would be a huge pain if you told Tohko about all this violent stuff that’s been happening to me, so could you keep that a secret? And could you find out about Hotaru? Just whatever you can manage is fine.”
I knew the request would turn out to be a pain and cursed myself, but I told Ryuto, “I don’t think I’ll be much help, but I can try asking her classmates.”
“My motto is
supposed
to be ‘A wise man courts no danger’…”
I sighed as I walked down the hallway during lunch.
I’d already stopped a boy named Morishita who had been in my class the year before and was in Amemiya’s class this year. According to what he told me, the rumor was true that anyone who got close to Amemiya was cursed, and all the boys who had ever gone out with her had been hit by cars or had fallen down the stairs at train stations or had been sent to the hospital in similar ways.
“Amemiya seems so subdued. She’s been out with that many boys?”
“I know, right? She’s obviously pretty, but her reactions are dulled or something and she doesn’t get excited about anything and she’s just gloomy. She doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t fit in at all. She just zones out all through lunch and doesn’t eat. Idon’t think anyone’s ever seen her bring a lunch from home or buy anything to eat at school. That’s anorexic, right?”
Morishita also told me about Amemiya’s former boyfriends.
“I heard there were about five or six of them. At the end of first year, she suddenly started dating a bunch of guys. They were all known cheaters or gang kids or some other worthless kind of loser, and Amemiya even came to school with bruises on her face a couple times. The guys were probably hitting her.”
Why would Amemiya go out with such awful boys
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