So
he’s not really suspended at all? Noriko had heard her parents
talk with Urufu on the phone a few times when they thought she didn’t
listen. Both Urufu as well as her parents believed she and Ryu didn’t
know that they knew about the arrivals. More importantly, they
thought Kuri’s grandfather from that other world was a secret.
Noriko
didn’t understand why that was important for them, but together
with her brother she kept the illusion alive.
Right
now another illusion was foremost on her mind, the one about their
club. The club that by all rights should have been permanently shut
down as soon as Principal Kareyoshi targeted it.
For
once she didn’t sit in the inner room at Stockholm Haven café. An
outdoors café close to the entrance to Ueno park presented a view of
gravel and a line of tree walling off the park from the surrounding
city. The gravel ended in a rather ugly fountain with its associated
rectangular pond. Come summer and the park would be packed with
people seeking refuge from the worst of the city heat.
Across
the table former Principal Nakagawa sipped a cup of coffee and waited
for her to take in what he had just said.
Noriko
looked at the older man she really didn’t know all that well. He
was the kind of person her father surrounded himself with, or rather
the kind of person her mother made certain her father surrounded
himself with. Her parents had a peculiar partnership that way, and
Noriko never understood who really pulled the strings between the two
of them.
When
she was done mulling over the bomb Nakagawa sensei had dropped Noriko
put down her soda and drew breath.
“You
lost control over the school but bought the PTA instead?”
Nakagawa
sensei nodded. “We bribed them, yes.” Wrinkled hands shook a
little when he lifted the cup to his mouth again.
Noriko
leaned back in her chair. A draft of wind offered some cool in the
pre summer heat. Soon the rainy season would start, and after that
Tokyo would become an oven, wind or no wind never mattered.
She
took another mouthful of soda. How the old man could drink hot coffee
now was beyond her.
“But
doesn’t the board of directors have the last say anyway?”
With
a thin smile of approval Nakagawa sensei nodded. “A Wakayama
through and through. Yes, you’re correct.”
“I
don’t think dad would do business with you,” Noriko said. “If
push comes to shove you’re not in control.”
Nakagawa
sensei shrugged like a westerner. “Having the PTA in our hands
bought us some time.”
Noriko
copied his shrug. “It’s running out.”
“Irishima
High is our ace in the hole, or rather their affiliated university
is.”
Noriko
knew a little about it. Not really an escalator, but students from
Irishima High could enter the university on good grades, and bypass
the entrance exams that way.
“I
don’t understand.” Underhanded business wasn’t really Noriko’s
forte. “Would you please explain?”
“This
club of yours is vital. We’re protecting everything exceptional an
arrival comes up with. We have reasons to do so.”
That
made sense. A secret organisation letting a few arrivals play havoc
with Japanese norms was crazy in itself, but the costs associated had
to be huge. One way or another there had to be a pay-off.
“So
you want to prevent Kareyoshi from shutting it down?” Noriko didn’t
even pretend to show her new principal any respect.
She
got a grin in return. Her lack of honorifics hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“There
will be repercussions, but the club stays one way or another. I can
guarantee that.”
“How?”
What Nakagawa sensei said piqued Noriko’s interest. This was the
adult world, and one she needed to learn quickly if she was ever to
make Urufu hers.
“Club
members with good results will void the entrance exams. I’m not
entirely clear how we’ll handle it, but one way or another.”
Noriko
sucked in some air. Automatic entry into a decent university was a
great carrot for most students, or rather for their parents.
“Isn’t
that basically declaring war on the Himekaizen headship?”
Nakagawa
sensei sipped some more coffee. When he put his cup down on the table
a smile ran over his face. “Not really. Not the headship. Kareyoshi
only. If the pig wants a revolt we’re giving him one.”
Something
didn’t ring right. “Kareyoshi could force his staff to give all
members horrid grades.”
“Perceptive.”
Noriko
waited for Nakagawa sensei to continue. She had plenty of time before
the Sunday date she had coerced Urufu into.
Almost forgot
I have to see Kuri first. Why did she insist on meeting me before my
date?
“With
the exception of mister Hammargren and miss Agerman I believe we can
have the Irishima High headship rubber-stamp any grades set by the
club,” Nakagawa sensei said and brought Noriko out of her thoughts.
Then
what he had said finally registered and it was enough to force a gasp
from her. “Grading ourselves?”
“Almost,
but no. Both the principal and the vice principal of Irishima High
know about the arrivals. They’ll trust any grading done by the boy
you’re so painfully obviously in love with.”
Am
I really that transparent? Noriko felt her cheeks heat up even
before she finished that thought. As if I’m walking around with
a sign saying teenager in love.
“But
then he really isn’t a boy in the first place,” Nakagawa sensei
continued relentlessly.
Noriko
forced her own embarrassment away. “That’s putting a lot of
responsibility on his shoulders.”
“That’s
making him do what he’d do anyway. He started the revolt in the
first place. He should see it through.”
That
was, Noriko realised, grossly unfair. Urufu hadn’t started a
revolt. He lost his entire life just to be dropped into an unfamiliar
world, and that was hardly his fault.
“Harsh,
don’t you agree?”
Noriko
glared at her former principal.
“He
wouldn’t have it any other way. Not here at least. Isn’t that the
part of him you fell for?”
On
the verge of protesting Noriko recalled a raging spirit with spiky,
orange hair. A demon of fury who had come to her rescue that day in
middle school. He didn’t know me. He didn’t even know this
Japan, and yet he took on all four of them. Yes, that was the man
she had fallen for, a man who acted on injustice. A man with his own
sense of absolute integrity. So strong it sometimes made him stupid,
and just so much more lovable. Kuri, you idiot! You let him go.
Why?
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