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Authors: Mizuki Nomura
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God!
Even if I only pray to have my heart made pure, it accomplishes nothing. God will not smile on my corruption. He’s chased me into a world of darkness.
In any case, I’ll probably lose him and Nanase.
Did my angel experience such despair?
I have to sing. I have nothing left but that so that I’ll stay on my feet and not choose death when he and Nanase leave me.
I mustn’t cry! Sing! Keep singing!
Not a song praising the Lord, but a song calling for battle.
Chapter 3—The Angel Watches from the Shadows
The next morning, when I ran into Kotobuki in the classroom, she greeted me curtly.
“Morning.”
Her eyes were still red, and she was acting awkward. But I may have been just as strained as her.
“Morning, Kotobuki…”
Yuka Mito was an underage escort.
Did I need to tell Kotobuki that?
A bitter lump rose in my throat, and I failed to find anything I could say next. But then Kotobuki hesitantly held a bundle of papers out to me.
“These are copies of Yuka’s messages…You said yesterday you wanted to see them.”
“Th-thanks.”
“It’s just the most recent ones, and I…deleted all the personal stuff…”
She looked down, troubled, and fumbled for words.
“I’m just giving them to you in case, but if you don’t read them, that’s fine, too.”
“No, I will.”
Our fingers brushed slightly as I took the copies from her, and Kotobuki flinched.
That made my chest squeeze with pain again.
Should I be staying so close to her? I still didn’t have an answer to that.
The truth jabbed at me anew, mercilessly pursuing me, crushing my throat tight.
I struggled to get my uneven breathing under control and asked, “Hey, did you ever ask Mito what her job was?”
“She worked at a family restaurant. Her shifts were at night, so she would gripe about the gross customers she got sometimes.”
“…Oh. Do you know what restaurant it was?”
“Nope. Yuka told me not to come ’cos she was embarrassed. If I’d known this was going to happen, I wish I’d asked her about it, though.”
Kotobuki bit her lip.
“Well…”
There was a hitch in my throat that made it hard to talk. Was I managing to look calm? My face wasn’t tense, was it?
“What sorts of books did Mito read usually?”
“Huh?”
Kotobuki looked up, suspicious.
“I don’t have any big reason for asking. I was just wondering if there was anything in particular besides Phantom of the Opera …”
She must have thought it was a weird question. There was puzzlement in her eyes.
“She liked foreign children’s stories… She read those a lot. Little House on the Prairie or Little Women …Oh, she also liked Sarah, Plain and Tall. ”
What about Miu Inoue?
It got as far as the back of my throat, and then I swallowed it.
Last night the name that I’d seen on the computer—Camellia—and the words that listed her favorite author as Miu Inoue had plastered themselves inside my head like a curse.
Miu’s book had been read mainly by teens and twentysomethings and had become a record-breaking best seller, and its movie and TV show had both become hits as well. Even if Mito did read Miu, it wasn’t so unusual. It must have just been a coincidence.
Even so, I couldn’t help but react to that ill-fated name that had taken everything from me.
I desperately composed myself and said, “This feels pretty different from The Phantom of the Opera. Actually, I haven’t had the time to finish it yet. Right now I’m at the part where Raoul sets off underground the opera house to rescue Christine.”
“…Oh,” Kotobuki responded listlessly. Then she turned her gaze down, as if conflicted, and bit her lip, then mumbled, “I…wonder if maybe Raoul never existed. That maybe all that stuff about a boyfriend was just in Yuka’s imagination.”
Surprised, I asked, “Why do you think that?”
She fiddled restlessly with her nails in her lap, and then Kotobuki replied in a gloomy voice.
“Because it wasn’t
Even if I only pray to have my heart made pure, it accomplishes nothing. God will not smile on my corruption. He’s chased me into a world of darkness.
In any case, I’ll probably lose him and Nanase.
Did my angel experience such despair?
I have to sing. I have nothing left but that so that I’ll stay on my feet and not choose death when he and Nanase leave me.
I mustn’t cry! Sing! Keep singing!
Not a song praising the Lord, but a song calling for battle.
Chapter 3—The Angel Watches from the Shadows
The next morning, when I ran into Kotobuki in the classroom, she greeted me curtly.
“Morning.”
Her eyes were still red, and she was acting awkward. But I may have been just as strained as her.
“Morning, Kotobuki…”
Yuka Mito was an underage escort.
Did I need to tell Kotobuki that?
A bitter lump rose in my throat, and I failed to find anything I could say next. But then Kotobuki hesitantly held a bundle of papers out to me.
“These are copies of Yuka’s messages…You said yesterday you wanted to see them.”
“Th-thanks.”
“It’s just the most recent ones, and I…deleted all the personal stuff…”
She looked down, troubled, and fumbled for words.
“I’m just giving them to you in case, but if you don’t read them, that’s fine, too.”
“No, I will.”
Our fingers brushed slightly as I took the copies from her, and Kotobuki flinched.
That made my chest squeeze with pain again.
Should I be staying so close to her? I still didn’t have an answer to that.
The truth jabbed at me anew, mercilessly pursuing me, crushing my throat tight.
I struggled to get my uneven breathing under control and asked, “Hey, did you ever ask Mito what her job was?”
“She worked at a family restaurant. Her shifts were at night, so she would gripe about the gross customers she got sometimes.”
“…Oh. Do you know what restaurant it was?”
“Nope. Yuka told me not to come ’cos she was embarrassed. If I’d known this was going to happen, I wish I’d asked her about it, though.”
Kotobuki bit her lip.
“Well…”
There was a hitch in my throat that made it hard to talk. Was I managing to look calm? My face wasn’t tense, was it?
“What sorts of books did Mito read usually?”
“Huh?”
Kotobuki looked up, suspicious.
“I don’t have any big reason for asking. I was just wondering if there was anything in particular besides Phantom of the Opera …”
She must have thought it was a weird question. There was puzzlement in her eyes.
“She liked foreign children’s stories… She read those a lot. Little House on the Prairie or Little Women …Oh, she also liked Sarah, Plain and Tall. ”
What about Miu Inoue?
It got as far as the back of my throat, and then I swallowed it.
Last night the name that I’d seen on the computer—Camellia—and the words that listed her favorite author as Miu Inoue had plastered themselves inside my head like a curse.
Miu’s book had been read mainly by teens and twentysomethings and had become a record-breaking best seller, and its movie and TV show had both become hits as well. Even if Mito did read Miu, it wasn’t so unusual. It must have just been a coincidence.
Even so, I couldn’t help but react to that ill-fated name that had taken everything from me.
I desperately composed myself and said, “This feels pretty different from The Phantom of the Opera. Actually, I haven’t had the time to finish it yet. Right now I’m at the part where Raoul sets off underground the opera house to rescue Christine.”
“…Oh,” Kotobuki responded listlessly. Then she turned her gaze down, as if conflicted, and bit her lip, then mumbled, “I…wonder if maybe Raoul never existed. That maybe all that stuff about a boyfriend was just in Yuka’s imagination.”
Surprised, I asked, “Why do you think that?”
She fiddled restlessly with her nails in her lap, and then Kotobuki replied in a gloomy voice.
“Because it wasn’t
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