Chapter 1.4 (1/2)

“I was thinking of having you do these, Takuya-kun,” Mamizu said, giving a slightly embarra.s.sed laugh. There was something childish about her smile.

“… Huh?”

I couldn’t quite take in what she was saying.

“I want you to do the things that I want to do before I die in my place. And then I want you to come here and tell me your impressions on those experiences.”

“That’s crazy…” I said, astonished. There were a hundred question marks floating around inside my head.

What’s the point in that? If it were me, I’d only get p.i.s.sed off if someone else was doing the things I wanted to do right in front of my eyes, I thought. But it seemed that Mamizu didn’t think like this.

“After all, it can’t be helped, can it? I can’t go outside even if I want to. There’s no other way. Don’t you think it’s a good idea?” Mamizu said, as if convincing herself.

She probably wanted to do these things herself. She would have considered that first. But the fact that there were circ.u.mstances preventing her from doing so was, in a way, something I could understand.

“… Well, I understand what you’re trying to say. I just have to do what you want to do, right? So, tell me about those,” I said as if pondering her idea, still confused.

“That’s exactly it.” Seemingly happy for some reason, Mamizu smiled. “It wouldn’t be good to start off with the heavy ones. I suppose we’ll go with a light one to begin with. I wonder which one I should choose?” she said, opening her notebook and staring at it with a serious gaze. And then she suddenly broke into a smile. “Well then, I already have a request…”

Honestly, I had nothing but a bad feeling about this.

“I wanted to go to an amus.e.m.e.nt park before I died.”

According to Mamizu, she had only ever been to an amus.e.m.e.nt park when she was very young, with her parents. She was interested in what an amus.e.m.e.nt park would be like now that she was more aware of the world around her.

Since it was something that she wanted to do before she died, I’d expected something more spectacular. I’d been prepared for something like one of her dreams for the future that had never been fulfilled. But her desire was a petty one, like that of someone in the lower middle cla.s.s. So I was a little let down at first.

“Huh? … That means…” Thinking about it and recalling the fact that the one doing this would be me, I felt fl.u.s.tered.

“So Takuya-kun, go to an amus.e.m.e.nt park in my place.”

“No, wait a minute! … You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m serious, you know?” Mamizu said with no signs of shyness, and then gave a mischievous laugh.

A week later, for some reason, I’d come to a famous theme park outside the prefecture.

Of course, I was alone.

How sad would a guy of my age have to be to come to an amus.e.m.e.nt park alone?

Amus.e.m.e.nt parks are places visited by families and lovers. This is an established fact. n.o.body would come here alone.

And it was Golden Week. There was an incredible amount of people, people and people, as far as the eye could see. Of course, they were in groups, such as couples, families and friends. Naturally, I couldn’t spot anyone who had come alone like me.

A guy going to an amus.e.m.e.nt park alone – it’s difficult to imagine that such a guy would be in a sane state. He would either be a real amus.e.m.e.nt park freak, or simply crazy. But I was neither of those. I wasn’t an amus.e.m.e.nt park freak, and I wanted to believe that I was still sane.

In fact, I stood out. That was to be expected. It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say that I was attracting a lot more attention than the performers. The people pa.s.sing by me sometimes looked at the dark expression on my face before leaving. There was the occasional person blatantly sneering at me, and delinquents pointing and laughing. I was definitely the center of attention.

I’m not a crazy person!

I wanted to shout this out with a megaphone. Just where in an amus.e.m.e.nt park would I be able to buy a megaphone? Would I be able to find out if I asked someone? Excuse me, I want a megaphone, where could I purchase one? Wait! I’m not a suspicious person. I’m not crazy! Please wait!

…

However, I had plans. I hadn’t come to this amus.e.m.e.nt park just to play. Well, I had, but this wasn’t just playing for me.

My first destination was the rollercoaster.

In a gloomy mood, I purchased a ticket and lined up for the rollercoaster. There was a one-hour wait for it. Ah, I wanted to go home. I’d become completely fed up with this.

Incidentally, I hated thrill rides. I rode one once as a child, and never again since. I didn’t understand their purpose. What was so fun about riding in an exposed machine as it hurtled around high places at crazy speeds? I couldn’t understand it at all. It wasn’t that I was scared of them, that definitely wasn’t it, but… in any case, I didn’t want to ride them if I had the choice.

I’ll never ride that again.

That is the worst ride ever created in the history of humanity, I thought.

After I got down from the rollercoaster, I walked slowly, feeling an indescribable sense of fatigue. My stomach was in chaos. I felt like throwing up the toast I’d eaten that morning. I felt sick. My spirits were at an all-time low.

Even so, my business here wasn’t finished.

I continued on, heading for the store that Mamizu had specified. It was a café inside the amus.e.m.e.nt park that sold mostly sweets. After waiting in line for around thirty minutes, I went inside. It seemed that with everything in here, the time you spent waiting in line was longer than the time you spent enjoying the things you were waiting in line for. Ninety-five percent of the people in line were couples. That was the kind of sweet atmosphere this store had.

There were a lot of employees striding around the store, wearing revealing clothes designed to emphasize the chest. These uniforms were said to be one of the two specialties of this store, and enthusiasts apparently couldn’t get enough of them. One of the employees brought a menu over, but without even looking at it, I placed my order as if spitting out the words.

“Please give me an ‘Our First Love’ parfait!”

The inside of the store became noisy. They were so noisy that I wanted to ask them what they were all so happy about. A guy on his own, in a store full of couples, ordering a First Love parfait. This parfait was the other specialty of this store.

“What is with that guy?”

“He’s dangerous.”

“He’s seriously dangerous.”

I could tell that everyone was whispering about me. I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes. I shut down my consciousness as much as I could.

What kind of punishment game is this?

I want to disappear, I want to disappear, I want to disappear.

While I was repeating this phrase over and over to myself in my head, the First Love parfait was brought to me.

A generous amount of strawberry sauce had been poured on the enormous parfait. There were numerous wafers inserted into it as if to make it livelier, and a heart-shaped piece of chocolate was enshrined in the center. It looked like it was enough for two or three people.

Was I going to eat this alone…?

I heard the click of a camera shutter from a cellphone.

I turned around in surprise wondering what it was and saw a couple in the seats behind me, taking a photograph of me. I glared at them silently, but it wasn’t very menacing.

This is s.h.i.+t. This is really s.h.i.+t.

Even as I thought this, I took a photograph of the parfait as well. Incidentally, the parfait cost 1,500 yen. What a rip-off, I thought. In the end, I ate it all by myself, as I thought it would be a waste if I didn’t. As I ate, the giggling laughter around me never stopped.

“Takuya-kun, you’re the best! My stomach hurts!”

Watarase Mamizu was laughing heartily after seeing the photo of the First Love parfait and hearing about my episode at the amus.e.m.e.nt park. She was laughing so hard that I wondered whether she was bothering the other people in the shared room.

“And then, and then? What did you do after the First Love parfait?” she asked.

“I went to the haunted house and got surprised by the ghosts, surprised by the kids on the merry-go-round, then got creeped-out looks from couples at the Ferris wheel, and then I came back,” I told her, feeling fed up.

“How did you feel? Was it fun?”

“It was the absolute worst feeling. I thought it would be best if a nuclear missile fell on that amus.e.m.e.nt park.”

Finding something about this hilarious, Mamizu burst into laughter once more. So, she’s someone who laughs honestly like this, I thought, a little surprised.

“I see, I see, thanks,” she said. “I guess amus.e.m.e.nt parks aren’t places you’re supposed to go alone after all.”

“Look here…”

I wanted to say, “You knew that fully well without having to go there, didn’t you?” But before I could, Mamizu began speaking again.

“Well then, about my next request,” she said, turning on the TV in the room. Each of the beds in this shared room had a TV, but I had never seen Mamizu watching hers until now.

After flipping through the channels for a while, she found the evening news program.

“This one, it’s this one!” Mamizu pointed at the TV screen, as if excited about something.

It was news about the sale of a new smartphone. It was the one that was so hard to get that queues formed every year on the day it went on sale. It was apparently going on sale in the evening this weekend.

“I’ve wanted to try waiting in an all-night queue,” Mamizu said.

… I decided to ignore her and go home.

“Wait! Wait, Takuya-kun.”

“I’m definitely not doing it!”

“Look at this.” Mamizu opened a drawer in the chest next to her bed and took out a cellphone. It looked really old; it was a flip phone of white color that had faded into ivory.

“I’m still using a flip phone. I’ve been using this for four years, since before I was hospitalized. Don’t you feel sorry for me?”

It was true that people using such a retro, previous-era phone were rare these days.

“I want to try using a smartphone before I die,” she said wistfully.

“… But those are pretty expensive, you know,” I said. “Do you have money?”

“Ta-dah.” Mamizu produced a bankbook from another drawer.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“My New Year’s gift savings.”

So there really are people who save that money, I thought.

“My relatives like my grandpa and grandma give it to me every year, but in a place like this, I have even less things to spend it on than someone in prison. So, I’ve been saving it up.”

I looked at the bankbook Mamizu handed me to discover that there was indeed a considerable amount registered inside.

“Use that. I’ll tell you my PIN,” she said, handing me a cash card as well.

“Wait a second,” I said, finally feeling that this was somewhat heavy. “You can’t just go and tell someone else something like that, can you?”

“Why?” Mamizu asked, staring at me in puzzlement.

“It could be misused.”

“Are you going to misuse it, Takuya-kun?”

“Look here…”

I couldn’t mention it, but I got the feeling that she was doing this on purpose.