They were
finished with club hours. Ulf planned to invite them all to the café
he had stumbled upon the evening before, but first he had to clear
something up.
He pulled Ryu
aside and pointed the other four in the direction of the worn sign.
Christina nodded understanding and walked ahead with the other three
in tow.
“Ryu, we
need to talk.”
“You're
rather familiar with me, aren't you?”
“Look,
gaijin and all that. Keigo isn't my thing.”
Ryu nodded. He
wasn't going to make an issue of it, and it spared Ulf a lot of
problems. His Japanese wasn't anywhere near the level where he could
master the nuances without making an arse of himself. He
instinctively felt that Ryu came from a very different background.
“It's about
Yukio, and Christina. And Noriko, I guess.”
“Yu-kun?”
“Uhum, he's
more involved in this than you know. And he's not looking for Noriko,
which is part of it.”
Ryu raised an
eyebrow. That made him look oddly cool.
The prince
of Himekaizen. Yes, I can see why. That makes me the king. “You
know, the first time we met.”
Ryu's face
filled with disgust, but Ulf knew he wasn't the target. “Yes.”
“Yukio was
there and helped me clean up after you left. I owe him, and so do
you.”
“Yu-kun?”
Ryu asked for the second time.
Ulf stepped up
on the side-walk and leaned against the wall. Ahead of them their
friends had already arrived at the café and went inside. He looked
after them, and Ryu followed his stare with one of his own.
“I might
behave like a...” What's that expression in Japanese? “…
eh rhino, buffalo, elephant?”
“Yeah, yeah,
I understand what you mean. Get to it!”
“But I kind
of like you all. I care for you, in my own way, and I don't want to
lose you.” Because loss hurts. Because loss scares me. “So
I want you to understand that Yukio isn't only important to me, but
he should be to you as well.”
Ryu
straightened and came to attention. “You said he was there the
first time, after you saved my sister?” His voice had grown much
friendlier. He even made an effort to remind Ulf about the debt the
twins shared.
“Yes, he
was. He was a clumsy kid, and well-meaning. And he took a great risk
for Noriko, because it was important to him.”
“Please,
Hamarugen-san, tell me.”
You didn't
have to get that
polite. But yes, Yukio, you were there all-right. I remember, yes I
remember.
Once again
Ulf's mind travelled to that day.
“Because I
saw it.”
Ulf let go of
the leg he held for a moment. The kid helping him drag the
unconscious bodies out into the open barely spoke functional English.
“Why are you helping me?”
That simple
question took several tries to go through.
“I love
her.”
That was a
simple enough, and probably common enough, English phrase for the
stranger to get it right in one try. Stranger? We're wearing the
same school uniform. I've probably seen this guy before.
They dropped
the wannabe rapist by the swings. Ulf didn't dare to move neither the
one with a skull fracture, nor the one with a crushed ribcage, so
this would be the last one they dragged away from where the one sided
fight had occurred.
“I doubt
dragging around the victims of my violence will make her fall in love
with you,” Ulf said not caring that the other boy couldn't
understand. He already knew the answer to his next question. “Your
girlfriend?”
“No. Told
two times. Said no two times.” The stranger smiled. A sad smile,
but a smile with no regrets.
He was
turned down twice. Got to give him credit for a backbone. Bloody
hell, that takes courage to get shot down a second time. “What's
your name?”
“I am
Matsumoto Yukio.”
They do it
in the wrong order here. So… “Matsu… Sorry. So, Yukio, I'm
Ulf Hammargren.” Ulf looked at the surprised stare he received in
return. Did I do something wrong?
“Mister
Hamarugen, nice to meet you.”
Crap, they
stick to the shit with first name and second name basis. “Eh…
eh… Matsumoto-san, the pleasure is mine,” Ulf tried in an attempt
to undo what had been an improper way of addressing a stranger.
“Please,
mister… Uhun… Urufu, I'm Yukio.”
And now
we're two who feel ashamed. Ulf offered his hand to Yukio.
“Friends?”
“Friends.”
It was a
sliver of a memory, and because of that so much more important to
him. It was how he had made his first really close friend here in
Japan.
“And that's
pretty much how we got to know each other,” Ulf said to Ryu and
kicked a pebble across the street. “By the way, did he…?”
“Yeah. Sis
turned him down a third time before he gave up.” Ryu made a crooked
smile. “She really should have given him a chance. He's a good
guy.”
They spent a
few moments in silence only broken by the tapping of their shoes
against the side-walk. Ahead of them the café had grown closer.
“I'm sorry,”
Ulf said.
Ryu gave him a
quizzical look.
“I'll
probably become an item with Christina.”
“I know.”
“I don't
want to hurt Noriko. She shouldn't ask.”
“I know.”
“It feels
kinda strange to talk with the brother about a girl you're turning
down before she even has the chance to ask.”
“I know. I'm
glad.”
“Eh?”
“I don't
want you too close to sis. You're too much of a player.”
“Don't
worry. I won't.”
“Doesn't
mean I'll give up on Kuri-chan.”
Oh,
competition! You're out of your league, kid. But you wouldn't know
why. “She decides for herself. But she's from Sweden, just like
me. Stuff you'll never be able to share with her the way I am.”
“I'll make
her mine.”
You won't.
Because I won't. Unless you understand that most
Swedish women will never accept being seen as property
you've lost the race before it even starts. “I'll
settle for making her share her time with me.” Ulf grinned at Ryu.
“Good luck to both of us,” he lied.
“Good luck
to both of us,” Ryu answered.
He's a good
kid. He really is. Pity he grew up with a gender view that belongs in
the history books. Ulf sighed.
Guess that can't be helped. Besides, I'm the foreigner in a
nation where they still live in those history books. I'd better get
used to this country, good parts as well as the bad ones. I can
change the latter when I've grown up – again.
They
had arrived at the café and went indoors. It still reeked of bad
taste.
Behind
the counter James, the barista, had just finished making the orders
for the other four. He looked up and greeted Ulf with a nod.
Ulf
looked at the coffee-machine between the mirrors. “A double
espresso for me.” Then he smiled at the memory. “And a cake, the
same one.”
“And
you, young sir?” James said to Ryu.
“I'll
have green tea and the cake my friend here ordered.”
James
frowned. “We don't serve green tea here. Is black fine with you?”
Ryu
looked at their surroundings and nodded. “Black is fine.”
“What
kind?” James glanced at a blackboard above the mirrors.”
Of
course, this is supposed to be a Swedish café. Ulf waited for
his coffee. The cake was already on the counter. Behind him he could
hear the others taking their seats by a table at the back of the
room.
“What
is 'South Mix'?”
What,
he really serves the home-made mixtures from
Sweden? Ulf took his coffee as it was served and went to
join the group. He listened to James' explanation with one ear. Ryu
made his order.
“This
one free?” Ulf asked and nudged a chair. Four chairs, one sofa. All
worn and nothing from the same set. The furniture looked like it was
pieced together from the rejected items in a second hand shop.
The
entire room was furnished with odd pieces of furniture. Back home
this was supposed to be some kind of shabby chic. Here it just looked
out of place.
Above
them an old air conditioner made an asthmatic try to keep the
temperature down. It was sweating profusely at the attempt.
Christina
tried to give him a place beside her in the sofa, but Kyoko quickly
took that spot.
So
you're still angry with me? I guess I'm at fault. He sat
down on the chair he had moved earlier and put his espresso and a
plate with cake on the table.
Noriko
gave him a sullen stare and focused her attention at her tea.
“Urufu,
why this of all places you could have found?”
Ulf
looked at his friend. “Kinda feels like home.” Seems Yukio
finally dropped the honorifics with me. About time.
Ryu
joined them.
Ulf
could hear the door open and close. Probably James hanging that
closed sign up.
Footsteps
closed in on them. Yes, definitely James.
“I
chose this place away from school,” Ulf said to everyone and no one
in particular.
“Chose?
You stumbled in here after dark,” James said.
“Whatever.
James, can we use the café as a meeting place?”
“You're
asking me if I'd allow more paying customers inside?”
Ulf
felt stupid. He tasted his espresso to give himself some time to
think. It was as horribly bitter as the last time. Is something
wrong with me? I used to really love a
good shot! Still smells the right way though.
Kyoko
poured sugar into her cup and sipped her American style coffee, which
was to say a slightly darkened liquid that might have made a very
brief acquaintance with a coffee bean or two. To his right Noriko had
begun nibbling on a cookie.
“Besides,
it's not a place apart from school,” Ryu said after he had sat
down.
“Huh?”
“It's
directly on she shortest path between Himekaizen and the station,”
James said.
“Huh?”
Ulf
looked around him, Six faces studied him as if he was wearing a clown
costume. Even the air-conditioner coughed agreeably in amusement.
“Urufu,
you moron!” That was Yukio generously adding to his discomfort.
“Station?”
“His
majesty the idiot failed to use that oversized brain of his again.”
Station?
“Urufu,
this is on the route everyone going by train takes. Well, apart from
you.”
The station
closest to school. Oh crap!
“Old
geezer, what did I say about thinking first?”
Ulf
groaned inwardly. He had forgotten about that. But 'old geezer' was
just a little bit too dangerous. He was about to reprimand his friend
when Christina shook her head.
“Ulf,
aren't close friends the best?” she said. “Those you can share
everything with?” She smiled at him, and then she gave Kyoko
an exaggeratedly fond look.
Oh, oh!
Four of us. Need to get Yukio and Kyoko into the loop quickly.
Besides, Yukio could use the fact that he has shared a secret with
Kyoko.
He
should have guessed. Kyoko was as close to Christina as Yukio was to
him after all. But the problem with the café loomed darker. Other
students would find their way here as soon as it was known that both
Ryu and Christina went here. Him being an item with Christina
wouldn't change that. Idols could be married and still be idols.
“Mister
Hammargren, you look troubled. I have an inner room that can host a
dozen people, more if you can cram it,” James suggested with a
knowing smile.
Saved by
the bell, once again.
“Hamarugen-san
indeed. More like Moron-sama,” Noriko said all of a sudden. Then
she giggled and she was soon followed by the rest of them. Apparently
he was stupid enough for both Noriko and Kyoko for lay their anger
aside.
To
the left of him Yukio let out a deep sigh of relief.
Ulf
stared Kyoko directly in her eyes. “I'm sorry to intrude on your
friendship, but Christina and I are the same. Exactly the
same.”
The
sigh of relief was replaced by a sudden gasp. Good Yukio. I think
you got it.
“She's
still my best friend. If you hurt her I'll be very angry,” Kyoko
said, proving Ulf's meaning hadn't got through.
He
could see Christina look at her friend with slight disapproval. Ryu
and Noriko understood that something was going on, but he knew
that they couldn't possibly grasp what was going on.
“I
could give you just over fifty reasons I would never hurt
her,” Ulf tried again.
The
penny dropped.
Kyoko's
face opened up in a big 'O'. She gave Christina a frantic look and
clasped her mouth with both hands. Yukio grinned sheepishly. Good
for you two.
Ulf
studied Ryu and Noriko. Yes, they had realised they were being left
out on something, but Ryu was just too polite to ask.
Noriko,
not so.
“What
secret could possibly be great enough to merit that loony look of
yours?” she said to Kyoko.
James
shook his head slowly, so Ulf felt forced to nod back to him. They'll
learn anyway. They'll learn, but I don't know if they'll believe.
“Ko-chan
just learned that she has a lot in common with Yu-kun here,”
Christina suggested with a knowing smile. Great! Thank you! So
Kyoko has it in for Yukio.
The
objects of Christina's teasing turned red with impressive speed and
stared at opposite sides of the room. Ryu and Noriko exchanged looks
and rolled their eyes. Twins, they certainly were twins.
“Well,
with that out in the air, should we proceed?” Do we let the last
two in on our secret yet?
Christina
shook her head. “Sounds like a plan. James, that was your name,
wasn't it?”
It's like
she can read my mind. You fantastic girl!
James
nodded.
“What
about this inner room of yours? Could we have a look at it? And we'll
have another round.”
Wordlessly
James brought out a set of keys and headed for the counter. He
unlocked a narrow door and beckoned them to join. “I'll clean up
that table later,” he said.
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