Christina came
down the stairs to the lobby and met Noriko's worried gaze.
“How is he?”
I can't
forget she still loves him, Christina thought. “He's asleep.”
“He's been
doing that a lot lately,” Noriko noted.
Christina
shrugged. It was true, but not to the extent Noriko believed, or
wanted to believe. He's working too much. Christina gave
Noriko a grateful look. This plan of yours isn't half as mad as
you think. I owe you for this.
In the lobby
the three adults sat waiting, and Principal Nakagawa would arrive
later together with James. She had to get Noriko out of the way
before that. Not because she couldn't know the secrets, because she
already did, but because she couldn't know that her parents would be
told.
“Noriko,
I've put Ulf together with Yukio. Ko-chan wants some time with him,
and it won't look as bad if you're there as well.” Christina
watched Noriko's expression flicker between hesitation and
anticipation. “Please, I know it's a lot to ask of you, but could
you watch over Ulf for a while? Until dinner?”
Noriko nodded
and vanished up the stairs.
You really
shouldn't look that gleefully happy when asked to look after someone
else's boyfriend. Christina shook her head and descended the last
of the stairs before greeting the Wakayama parents and Ulf's
guardian.
The lobby was
an odd mix of centennial old and mid twentieth century tackiness, but
right now Christina was happy for the extra space allowing for a few
groups of sofas and low tables.
She took a
seat and barely remembered to look overly eager and surprised when
she was served a cup of tea by a kneeling woman. Hotels, I have to
be more careful. I've spent far too many years like this. High school
girl, I'm a high school girl and should behave like one.
In front of
her Sato-sensei gave her a long and inquisitive stare, and even the
Wakayama parents shot her smiles filled with irony. How much do
they know already?
“Ms
Ageruman, should we start?” Sato-sensei asked, telling Christina
that she knew it all with those words.
“Please,”
Christina said. She could feel her face wavering between the one she
had relearned to use as a school girl and the one belonging to the
billion dollar empress. I won't be able to keep it together, she
realized. We're going to talk contracts now, and there's no way my
experience won't show.
“First of
all I'd want to pose a question we originally didn't plan for, if
that is OK?”
Christina
twisted uncomfortably. The three adults were all younger than her,
but they were still adults. “I'll answer if I can,” she said.
“Would you
be interested in a transfer of guardianship?”
Whoa! Now
that was unexpected!
“Why would you want that?” she asked in an attempt to buy
some time.
Mr Wakayama
sipped some tea and smiled. Then he entered the conversation. “If
we're to enter a partnership I'd prefer to place your current
guardian in as questionable a light as possible. Transferring
guardianship will take a lot of time. You could very well become a
legal adult before the proceedings are done, but it will make it
harder for her to siphon your accounts.”
Damn,
that's cold! Christina stared at
Noriko's father. But it also makes a lot of sense. I'd
rather gamble with these people than the old harridan.
“Urufu
doesn't know, but in my profession there are ways to find things
out,” Sato-sensei said. “I know she's stealing from you, or at
least blackmailing you.”
Christina bit
her lower lip while she wondered how much Sato-sensei really knew. “I
wouldn't know the laws here,” she tried. At least not domestic
laws. I could probably teach you a thing or two about business laws
in Japan. “What do you mean?”
“I know
about your jobs, both of them,” Sato-sensei continued relentlessly.
Shit!
“I know a
few of the clients,” Mr Wakayama interjected. “I can assure you
that the club will back off. They wouldn't want a stain on their
reputation.”
“What do you
suggest?” Christina said. She knew when she was beaten.
As if on cue
four small trays with some intensely sweet Japanese treats arrived.
Christina had never learned to appreciate the taste of sticky bean
paste, but she knew it well from her previous life. She took a small
bite and quickly rinsed her mouth with some tea.
“I'll start
with the legal aspects of a transfer,” Mr Wakayama said and leaned
forward.
“And I'll
pay your guardian a visit, in uniform,” Sato-sensei added. She
chose to stay glued to her backrest as if this part didn't concern
her all that much.
However, it
would be a relief to get rid of the parasitic woman. Just thinking of
it made some tension go away. “Who?” Christina asked. A transfer
would mean a new guardian.
“The owner
of this resort. An old friend of mine.” That was he first time
Noriko's mother had spoken. “She's childless and would love a
daughter to dote on. We'll apply for a formal adoption.”
The owner?
“Where...”
“She lives
here with her husband,” Mrs Wakayama interrupted. “You'll be
expected to visit from time to time.”
Christina
shrugged. They've planned it all. I could as well run with it.
“Sure, please do. I'd be happy if it were to be someone who cared
for me.”
Both Wakayamas
frowned.
What did I
do wrong now? It didn't matter, probably a bad choice of words.
She had to salvage something from the awkward moment. “I apologize.
I didn't mean it that way. I'm happy if this person will care for
me.” Gah, I really need to improve my Japanese.
Mrs Wakayama
lit up in a smile. “You mean that you would want my friend to take
care of you?” she said in a strangely accented but otherwise well
educated English.
“Yes, thank
you!”
After a
quizzical look from the other two Noriko's mother quickly translated.
“Well, that
settles it I guess. Now for the other part.” Mr Wakayama still
leaned forward. “I'm a former Himekaizen student. We both are,”
he added and nodded at his wife. “One of our classmates was born in
Japan but moved to Sweden before coming back.”
Christina had
a sinking feeling where this was going.
“He moved to
your Sweden to be part of the German legislation,” Mrs Wakayama
said.
OK, they
know. “Are we talking that German legislation?” Christina asked more for confirmation than anything else.
“If you're
referring to the one with a penchant for black and brown uniforms,
yes that would be the one. That was before he came back to Japan.
Arrived back in Japan you could say.”
Mrs Wakayama
suddenly grinned. “He's the husband, by the way. Your future father
if you will. He doesn't know you, yet.”
Christina felt
irritation rise in her. “OK, you're up to something. Apparently you
know of my background, so spill it!” She was being impolite. She
knew that, but she just couldn't help showing how much the hated
being toyed with.
She could see
Noriko's father share a grin with his wife. “I believe we know more
of it than you do, at least parts of it.”
That was it.
Christina made as if to leave but was pulled back by Sato-sensei. “I
think you should listen to this, even if I agree that they're being
far too theatrical,” she added and glared at the two older adults.
Mr Wakayama
wiped the grin off his face and bowed his head in apology. “Ms
Ageruman. Our classmate married a Swedish woman and they had a
daughter. That daughter fell in love and got pregnant. She married
after her daughter was born.”
No, no, no,
no! There's no way in hell…
Noriko's
mother gave her a look filled with compassion and concern. “Your
grandfather. Did he suddenly vanish around 1990?”
Christina felt
all blood leaving her face. “I was twenty five,” she said and sat
down so hard it hurt her backside. “I was modelling here in Tokyo,
well the other Tokyo,” she whispered. “I was too busy to go back
home. Mom never forgave me.”
“I'm sorry
we didn't tell you before,” Mr Wakayama began, “but we didn't
know for certain until a few days ago. Sato-san,” he nodded at
Ulf's guardian, “found out when she ran the archives after we were
asked to help with the contract.”
Christina
shook her head numbly. Of course they wouldn't know. Mom took
dad's last name. What was her maiden name? “Sano,
Sato, what's his last name?”
Sato-sensei
smiled. “Sano. I'm Sato.”
“Sorry,”
Christina said and blushed. “Mitsuo Sano, yes I remember. But I
only called him grandpa.”
“Mitsuo-kun.
Well that confirms it,” Mrs Wakayama said. “Will you accept your
grandfather as your legal father in this world? Even if we can never
tell, officially?”
Christina
gulped down the last of her tea and nodded. “Yes, yes of course.”
“Then my
husband will break the news to him tomorrow. I won't proceed unless
he accepts as well, do you understand that?”
Unless he
accepts. But he really acted like my father when I grew up, cause dad
was never home. “Yes I understand.”
“Good, then
I'll call the twins to dinner later. They're involved with the
contracts, and we won't treat them like children when they deserve
credit.” Both parents leaned forward before Noriko's mother
continued. “Now, I want you to promise that you never tell them
that we know of you and Hamarugen-san. It's important that they
believe we've never heard of the transitions.”
Transition,
that's a way to call it I guess. Principal Nakagawa refers to us as
arrivals so I guess transition is a good word to describe what
happened to us. “I promise,” Christina said, even though she
really didn't understand why it was so important for the parents.
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