Kyoko flashed him a satisfied smile in return and nodded. “Perfect! Party tent done. Now we're only missing tables and chairs.”
Ten hours flight from Japan to spend a vacation that's not a vacation. Well, you got your Midsummer's party in the end. Only took you twenty years. Ryu grinned at the memory. That last attempt had been a horror.
“Should I go and get some help?” That was his sister Noriko asking.
Ryu looked at her. With the memory of a disastrous dinner party followed an older and darker one. “No,” he said. “I don't think you have go looking for help any longer.”
“What? Oh, you're thinking of that time again.”
So it showed in my face what I thought. You're too perceptive by far, sis.
“What time?” Kyoko asked.
“Before senior high,” Ryu said. “Last year of middle school. The first time we met.” Do I really want to talk about this?
“You never told me.”
With Kyoko delivering that line he felt caught in a trap. One that he had sprung on himself.
Ryu looked at Noriko, even though it was Kyoko who had spoken. “It's a bad memory,” he finally admitted. Guess we're telling her then. Should have told her a long time ago.
“I'm not certain who scared me the most. The gang, or that boy.” Noriko turned and looked at Kyoko. Then she nodded at her twin brother and shuddered. “But Ryu made his mind up from the start.”
“Urufu,” Ryu whispered.