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hurting Amemiya’s ex-boyfriends all his doing, too?
Amemiya’s old friend Segawa had told us that ever since she’d started living with her uncle, Amemiya had stopped eating. And was it only coincidence that her aunt had been in an accident and died two weeks after her father?
Saeko’s story about how her boss could be seriously ill was also troubling. If “there’s no more time” meant what it seemed to, then we didn’t know what he was going to try to do in the time he had left.
And then there was the matter of the mansion where Amemiya lived. Kurosaki had sold her old home, but there must have been a reason that he had another house ready. I could understand if they had started living in a condo since it was just the two of them, but according to Ryuto, the new house was pretty extravagant, too.
The more I thought about it, the more nervous I got, as if murky water were lapping at the edges of my mind.
“Still, I wonder who Kayano is.”
Ryuto had knit his brows together and sunk into thought, but he looked up at that.
“Oh, I didn’t tell you. I found out when I checked into Hotaru’s family. Kayano Kujo was her mother. Kujo was her maiden name.”
There was no time.
As he pressed his face into the toilet and spit up the bitter stomach fluid, he groaned.
He threw up and threw up again, and it was not enough. He was seized by a desire to tear out everything inside his stomach and expel it, and he shoved his index finger into his mouth.
He pushed his finger deep into his throat, scraping his nail along the tender flesh he found there and digging at it.
His empty stomach convulsed, and he gagged, yellow fluid and saliva spilling from his mouth. He saw bright red blood mixed in with it, and violent rage and hatred crashed into his chest like a wave swelling in the darkness.
The end was coming, as though sand was pouring out of an hourglass.
He wanted more time.
He would give his position, his wealth, anything. Time—time was the only thing that was lacking.
An urge to vomit rose up in him again. His stomach rejected everything. How long would this go on, this hunger and pain that seemed to sear through his body? He was never free of the sound of falling sand—!
Beyond the door, he heard his secretary calling to him.
She feared the insanity she had seen. But still she tried to faithfully execute her duties. Her quavering voice told him that Dr. Sakata from the university was there to see him.
He shouted from inside the room.
“Send him away!”
Then he fell to his knees on the floor and hugged his head, spitting out curses.
Dammit—dammit… How could he ever forgive her? Dammit—traitor, whore, sow… I hope they all die.
Chapter 3 – When I Met You
I spent that Saturday at home relaxing.
“Konoha, Mommy baked some sweet potatoes, and she said come get you.”
It was late in the afternoon and quiet. I was reading a book at my desk during a break from studying when my little sister came toddling into my room.
“Okay, be right there.”
“What are you reading, Konoha?”
She stretched up under my arm to peek at the book, but she could only blink slowly at the sight of all the unfamiliar words.
“Nothing you would care about, Maika. I’ll give you a different book later.”
I closed the book, open to a page titled “Eating Disorders—Anorexia and Binging,” and put it away on a high shelf.
The book was called
Diseases of the Spirit.
I had read it at the end of middle school when I had shut myself up in my room, but back then I had been more interested in the topics like “panic disorders,” “hyperventilation syndrome,” and “obsessive-compulsive disorders.”
The spirit is linked to the body. If the spirit weakens, the body breaks down as well. I knew that from experience.
Amemiya’s spirit was refusing to eat—life’s most fundamental necessity. What had weakened it? How could it recuperate?
And then there was Kurosaki, who threw up whatever was in his
Amemiya’s old friend Segawa had told us that ever since she’d started living with her uncle, Amemiya had stopped eating. And was it only coincidence that her aunt had been in an accident and died two weeks after her father?
Saeko’s story about how her boss could be seriously ill was also troubling. If “there’s no more time” meant what it seemed to, then we didn’t know what he was going to try to do in the time he had left.
And then there was the matter of the mansion where Amemiya lived. Kurosaki had sold her old home, but there must have been a reason that he had another house ready. I could understand if they had started living in a condo since it was just the two of them, but according to Ryuto, the new house was pretty extravagant, too.
The more I thought about it, the more nervous I got, as if murky water were lapping at the edges of my mind.
“Still, I wonder who Kayano is.”
Ryuto had knit his brows together and sunk into thought, but he looked up at that.
“Oh, I didn’t tell you. I found out when I checked into Hotaru’s family. Kayano Kujo was her mother. Kujo was her maiden name.”
There was no time.
As he pressed his face into the toilet and spit up the bitter stomach fluid, he groaned.
He threw up and threw up again, and it was not enough. He was seized by a desire to tear out everything inside his stomach and expel it, and he shoved his index finger into his mouth.
He pushed his finger deep into his throat, scraping his nail along the tender flesh he found there and digging at it.
His empty stomach convulsed, and he gagged, yellow fluid and saliva spilling from his mouth. He saw bright red blood mixed in with it, and violent rage and hatred crashed into his chest like a wave swelling in the darkness.
The end was coming, as though sand was pouring out of an hourglass.
He wanted more time.
He would give his position, his wealth, anything. Time—time was the only thing that was lacking.
An urge to vomit rose up in him again. His stomach rejected everything. How long would this go on, this hunger and pain that seemed to sear through his body? He was never free of the sound of falling sand—!
Beyond the door, he heard his secretary calling to him.
She feared the insanity she had seen. But still she tried to faithfully execute her duties. Her quavering voice told him that Dr. Sakata from the university was there to see him.
He shouted from inside the room.
“Send him away!”
Then he fell to his knees on the floor and hugged his head, spitting out curses.
Dammit—dammit… How could he ever forgive her? Dammit—traitor, whore, sow… I hope they all die.
Chapter 3 – When I Met You
I spent that Saturday at home relaxing.
“Konoha, Mommy baked some sweet potatoes, and she said come get you.”
It was late in the afternoon and quiet. I was reading a book at my desk during a break from studying when my little sister came toddling into my room.
“Okay, be right there.”
“What are you reading, Konoha?”
She stretched up under my arm to peek at the book, but she could only blink slowly at the sight of all the unfamiliar words.
“Nothing you would care about, Maika. I’ll give you a different book later.”
I closed the book, open to a page titled “Eating Disorders—Anorexia and Binging,” and put it away on a high shelf.
The book was called
Diseases of the Spirit.
I had read it at the end of middle school when I had shut myself up in my room, but back then I had been more interested in the topics like “panic disorders,” “hyperventilation syndrome,” and “obsessive-compulsive disorders.”
The spirit is linked to the body. If the spirit weakens, the body breaks down as well. I knew that from experience.
Amemiya’s spirit was refusing to eat—life’s most fundamental necessity. What had weakened it? How could it recuperate?
And then there was Kurosaki, who threw up whatever was in his
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