Chapter 174: Chapter four, 2016, the long, long night: 2
Over the radio Ryu heard how his sister got things more and more under control, and by now both student council and festival committee were firmly dedicated to finish the festival in good style.
He decided to spend the last hour and half together with the girl from Irishima High who hooked up with him a little earlier. According to her they had met before summer break, and he owed her a goukon.
Ryu did have a vague recollection of bantering with a group of girls on his way to the old mall, and when she insisted they had already exchanged email-addresses he put her to the test.
That event took place just before he decided to spend the afternoon with her, led to him spending it with her if he was honest with himself. Ten seconds it took before his phone flagged an incoming mail. Ryu's weakness for girls who dared him and won got the better of him.
She had an older brother here, or had had if he understood her correctly. The brother of hers transferred abroad, to their sister school in Sweden of all places.
There was an interesting tale involving a girl to be told, and Ryu made a mental note to himself to check it out later, but right now he wanted to get to know the tomboy by his side better.
He turned in the direction she wanted as yet another slap smarted in his lower back; her very special way of getting his attention in the noisy bedlam around them.
"You know I'll have bruises there if you keep at it?" he said to her.
"Sorry about that Wakayama-san," she said with a toothy grin that revealed exactly how sorry she was.
Ryu pretended to growl and pulled her to the stall she pointed at. "Something to eat together with the Ramune, Ai-chan?"
She shook her head. "Someone's behaves pretty familiar with me," she said.
"Prefer Hasegawa-san?" Ryu countered and exchanged some coins for two glass bottles. The girl in the stall gave him a long look, and Ai-chan an even longer one.
Ai-chan shook her head. "First name is fine."
"Then call me Ryu, like everyone else please."
The girl in the stall gave him another stare. 'Everyone else' didn't include those outside 3:1, their club or the remains of his fan-club, but he wasn't about to say that.
He had to shield her back from the crowd when they fled indoors, but as they climbed the stairs to the topmost floor the mass of people thinned out. When they reached the last flight to the rooftop he found them ample space beneath the windows to sit down and share a meal.
"Meat-bun?" Ryu asked and picked up some of his bounty from his bag.
Ai-chan gave him a pair of big eyes before accepting. "When?"
Ryu unpeeled the paper wrapping and grinned back at her. "Your third or fourth slap. When we rounded the corner to the main street." He put his teeth into the food and waited for her to say something.
"Our cultural festival was nothing like this," she said.
"Missed it. We were busy planning our own."
Ai-chan nodded. "Juniors told us we never get many guests from Himekaizen. Sucks."
She joined him in attacking the food, and they ate in silence only broken by two pops when Ryu pushed down the glass beads sealing their Ramune bottles.
Before they ran out of drink he produced two paper wraps with bean paste cake.
"Second last slap," Ryu said before Ai-chan had the chance to ask.
She grinned sheepishly and downed the cake together with what little soda she had left.
"So how come you have time for me," Ai-chan asked and pointed at his armband hastily prepared the evening before.
Ryu got to his feet and looked out through the window. He didn't have the time, to be honest, but he also didn't care all that much any longer. "Something came up."
Ai-chan joined him by the window. "Something came up, and you got more spare time?"
'Student council finally got their heads out of their arses,' he thought, 'but I can't say that.' "Yeah. A matter of getting your priorities straight," Ryu said instead. 'You're our guest, and you don't need to know the one who managed this madness got jumped by those Red Rose bastards.'
Ai-chan wiped her trousers clean. In Yukio's 2D world anything female spent every day all year round in short skirts, but in reality the girls were a lot more sensible than that.
During the walk here Ryu had made an effort to remember her. If she was the one he recalled from summer, she had filled out a bit in the chest area since then, as well as grown her hair some. And wasn't it dyed that time?
"What do you want to do next?"
She looked at him and smiled. "I'd like to visit that famous club of yours."
Of all things she could have said, that was about the last he had expected, but it made sense in a way. Her brother attended the school on the other end after all.
Ryu dragged her all through the main building corridor to the left wing, past one classroom turned café and another displaying whatever the literary club found interesting or produced themselves. The next door was their club room.
"Sorry if it's a bit chaotic, but we're running the festival from here," Ryu said before he even realised it came out as boasting.
Ai-chan grabbed his arm before he pulled the door open. "The cultural exchange club runs the festival? What about your student council?"
"We're helping," Ryu said. The truth wasn't something he should tell an outsider. With that he peeled her hand from his arm and opened the door.
Noriko sat inside and looked up at him when he entered. Then Noriko's eyes wandered to Ai-chan and back to him again. Ryu smirked and shrugged. What could he do? Ai-chan interested him, there was no denying that.
"So, this is where we sit," he said.
Ai-chan looked at the recharging rack with walkie talkies loading and stared at him. "What on earth?"
"We borrowed some," Ryu said. Then he noticed the over-abundance of armbands present. He let his eyes walk over three festival committee members and student council treasurer who shared the office area with Noriko. "We help each other," he added. 'Because you usually have four members of the festival committee sitting in your club room. Way to make an arse of yourself, Ryu.'
A concerto of snores from the lounge area told him Midori-chan and Sho-kun took a break from the madness, and at Ryu's side Ai-chan bent forward to be able to see who produced the impressive sound.
'Superb timing guys.'
"Nothing more interesting to show your guest?" Noriko asked.
Ryu grimaced. "Most of the festival should be more interesting than this, but she wanted to see our clubroom," he said and nodded at Ai-chan.
Noriko's eyebrows rose.
"Her brother transferred to Sweden," Ryu said.
Noriko's eyebrows rose some more.
Chapter 175: Chapter four, 2016, the long, long night: 3
An hour earlier he pulled open the doors to their clubroom to swap radios and almost smashed into a girl standing by Ryu.
Yukio did swap radios in the end, but he also swapped places with Ryu. Thus it was he found himself on the ground helping guests leave through the service gates, with Kyoko holding his hand her own and waving frenetically with the other to the rooftop, where Ryu and that girl stood looking down.
The festival was all but over. The gym closed for the day, and the guests inside poured out onto the school grounds. Left inside half a dozen students prepared it for the closing ceremony, while Uniclo personnel dismantled their equipment.
This last rush with guests leaving the school was exactly what he needed to stop thinking of Urufu. To keep busy.
"Thinning out?" he asked Kyoko. Stupid question. She couldn't see anything more than he.
"No, I don't think so," she said. Somehow she must have known he needed to keep the conversation running.
"Fine, I'll call it in." Yukio did so for the umpteenth time and only received a tired 'OK' and 'over and out' from Noriko for his efforts.
Also with them was Rie-sempai, the student council president, who insisted on being on a first name basis with him. She stood a bit further away. The assault on Urufu shook her back to a reality where she no longer played the parody part of a love triangle, and she once more behaved like a person he could respect.
With most of the insanity quickly becoming a memory belonging to the past two days, the remaining work was of a kind the festival committee had planned thoroughly before the festival. With the help of the rooftop surveyors they closed off section after section of the school grounds, while the mass of guests thinned out.
On the other side of the gym Yukio saw students carrying chairs and tables. Probably the food plaza being dismantled. That was what he saw, but not what he thought of. Only the presence of Kyoko by his side prevented him from running to wherever Urufu had been taken.
She pulled at his arm and he moved with her. A few steps later they came up to Rie-sempai, and together the three of them helped the security detail through the worst of the exodus.
Then the mass of people suddenly thinned out, and the school loudspeakers blared that the 2016 Himekaizen cultural festival was at an end, and all remaining guests should head for the gates. Last came the mandatory 'we hope you enjoyed your stay and welcome back next year' line that was empty of meaning just because it had to be said.
Yukio sighed and left the gates. Security could handle the last guests leaving through the back entrance, and close the gates when they were done. At the moment more people were needed for dismantling the outdoors café before the finishing ceremony, and after that classes and clubs gathered together for a short self-congratulatory celebration, until the traditional folk dance around the bonfire.
With the exception of the Himekaizen Cultural Exchange Club. He doubted there would be much in the way of celebration for them, which was grossly unfair.
"Yukio, we're done here," Kyoko said.
She led him to the main school yard, en-route the confession stands, which made him grimace a little, and her fidget, and they took up positions by the main entrance and directed people to the main gates.
In less than half an hour only Himekaizen students milled around, taking down parts of the stalls and everything inside. The festival committee finally had a chance to shine, and Yukio could focus on cleaning out the food plaza.
The grills would have to cool down before they could dismantle them, but stalls, tents, tables and chairs made their way indoors with stunning speed.
They were more or less done when a loud blare announced that both Uniclo trucks were ready to depart. Yukio called for the main gates to open again, and shortly afterwards he heard the heavy engines roar to life. Above the remaining stalls he saw the glittering trucks leave the school.
Yukio grabbed four chairs and watched Kyoko take another two.
"Let's get inside," he said.
She nodded and followed him through the main entrance. Inside a festival committee member checked off six chairs on a list and told them to head for 5:1.
Yukio doubted that was coincidence. 5:1 was next door to their club room, and he suspected they were both deliberately let off a bit easier. A silent way to thank members of the club for doing work the last two days that in all fairness belonged to the student council and its attached festival committee.
Kyoko only nodded and carried her chairs to the left wing stairwell and started climbing the stairs. Yukio followed her a few steps below. He could see her up and ahead of him, and admired the view to the fullest.
"Perv," she said without turning as she rounded the corner to the last half flight to the third floor.
"Indeed," he answered. "Want me to stop peeking?"
Kyoko entered the floor and turned. "Don't you even dare! Peek at me, and me only!" With that she danced the first steps towards 5:1 so that her skirts lifted a bit.
'Nice view,' he thought and laughed. "Yeah, I'll peek."
"Uhum."
"Pink panties?"
"Uhum."
'You're less flustered these days.' "Cute."
"No. You're supposed to say sexy."
"Fine, cute and sexy," Yukio said. 'That August field trip sure got us closer.' "I love you."
Kyoko stopped and turned. The colour in her face wasn't as much a blush as a sign of anticipation. "How much?"
He didn't say anything, but when he came up beside her he let go of his chairs and pulled her face to him. 'The taste of kissing you. I'll never get enough.' There was no need telling her. From the way she met his kiss he understood she knew.
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