Volume 14 Chapter 2 (1/2)
”Your younger brother's jealous of you, Yumi-sama. Definitely.”
The girl said as she gathered trash from the floor into a dustpan.
”Jealous?”
Normally someone as tall as her, 179cm, wouldn't be labeled a ”girl” but she was actually only 15 years old. A high-school first-year, one year below Yumi.
”Having such a completely flawless and perfect older sister, who's wise, cute and has a bubbly personality, the only way he could preserve himself would be to thoroughly bully you, raise the white flag and become your servant, or completely deny your existence itself.”
”P-perfect older sister? Kanako-chan.”
What a joke. Yumi had stopped wiping the tables and was getting to ready to laugh, but -
”The best thing about you, Yumi-sama, is that you don't realize what a wonderful girl you are.”
Kanako-san said with a straight face. It seems she didn't consider that earlier ”joke” to be a joke at all.
”You're always so modest, Yumi-sama.”
The younger girl mumbled, her eyes sparkling.
It was after school and, for now, it was just Yumi and her on the second-floor of the Rose Mansion.
So there was no-one there to back her up.
But, ah.
How on earth was she supposed to react to this room filled with an atmosphere of sparkling adoration?
”Um.”
Never before in her life had Yumi been complimented like this by a younger girl. Basically, she had no previous data samples to draw on, so she had absolutely no idea how she was supposed to react to this situation.
”Ah, oh, right.”
It seemed awkward to remain silent, so she decided to say something.
”I'm sorry you got dragged in to helping clean the Rose Mansion. You shouldn't have to worry about it, since we're the ones that use it, we should be able to keep it clean.”
”It's fine.”
Kanako-chan ran a hand through her long hair and smiled.
”I only came to help because Noriko-chan has outside cleaning duty this week, so I thought she might be late getting to the Rose Mansion. Which seems to be the case since you were the first to arrive, Yumi-sama. I was hoping that I'd get to enjoy some time with you. Ah, I'll get that.”
As she said this, Kanako-chan nimbly plucked the dishrag from Yumi's hands.
”Ah.”
”You shouldn't concern yourself with this sort of thing, Yumi-sama.”
The dishrag was rinsed in the sink, wrung out to dry, then banished to a corner of the bench.
”You know, Kanako-chan.”
If wiping the table clean was something she considered beneath herself, then just what type of cleaning would she ever do? In truth, Yumi had been cleaning the school restrooms before she came here, but saying that would be a bit too brutally honest. Especially since she'd been in charge of cleaning the toilet bowls.
”It's only because of a lack of first-years that you have to do this hard work, Yumi-sama. Rosa Foetida en bouton really should hurry up and get a pet.i.t soeur.”
Kanako-chan said something that would undoubtedly have Yos.h.i.+no-san scowling in anger if she heard it.
In that case, Yumi herself should get a pet.i.t soeur. She was about to rebuke Kanako-chan, but that girl's eyes were off looking at a different dimension.
”Oh, Kanako-chan, you're here.”
”Ah, gokigenyou, Rosa Foetida.”
It was only after the biscuit door opened and Rosa Foetida entered the room that Kanako-chan finally returned to this dimension.
Yumi breathed a sigh of relief. There was someone else besides just herself and Kanako-chan. At the very least, the atmosphere of sparkling adoration should dissipate.
”Thanks for your continued a.s.sistance.”
Rei-sama set her bag down on one of the seats then flopped down in the chair next to it.
”Not at all, I only just got here. Yumi-sama had finished most of the cleaning by the time I arrived.”
”Oh, really?”
A glance. Rei-sama looked away from both Yumi and Kanako-chan and smiled.
”Would you like some barley tea, Rosa Foetida?”
”Ah, thank-you.”
”I'll pour some for you too, Yumi-sama.”
”Th-thanks.”
Already well practiced in this, Kanako-chan took the gla.s.s jug out of the refrigerator and poured some of the cool barley tea into gla.s.ses that had been standing upside-down in the dish rack.
”Um, Rei-sama.”
Yumi whispered while Kanako-chan was looking the other way.
”About the cleaning, I wasn't really involved &h.e.l.lip; ”
”I know that. But it's fine. She's valiantly helping out for your sake, Yumi-chan. With everyone running around busy with the school festival, it's hard to find someone who's willing to help out without some form of compensation. It'd be kind of sad to pour cold water on her good mood.”
”Hah.”
Well, apart from the excessive compliments there was no real harm for now. In reality, she was a huge help.
But still Yumi had her doubts. Was it alright to be taking advantage of her like this?
They were grateful for her volunteer work, but was this the sort of thing they should be accepting volunteers for?
”Well, I'll be leaving now.”
Kanako-chan placed the two gla.s.ses of barley tea on the table and bowed quickly.
”Ah, thank-you.”
”Not at all. Until next time.”
After she disappeared beyond the biscuit door, the sounds of her going down the stairs and the faint sound of the Rose Mansion's front door being opened and closed were carried to Yumi's ears.
Alright then. As she reached out a hand towards a gla.s.s of barley tea, Rei-sama smiled.
”What's the matter, Yumi-chan?”
”Huh?”
”You were sighing.”
”Uh.”
”It was an incredibly large sigh too.”
”R-really?”
It was only when it was pointed out that she became aware of it, but that was certainly the sort of mood she was in - sigh.
”Deep with meaning.”
”As if.”
But maybe she had been a bit tense being in front of Kanako-chan. After all, wasn't it only human nature to not want to show any eccentricities to someone who admired you, leading to a subconscious stress.
”Still, I guess that means Yumi-chan's got a certain dignity about her too. Since she's got an obsessed first-year fan stalking her like a courtier.”
Rei-sama said as she stamped entry tickets to the Lillian's Girls Academy school festival with the Yamayurikai seal.
”What are you talking about?”
Sachiko-sama raised her head, her hands stopping their count of the tickets.
”Oh, you haven't noticed yet, Sachiko? She's been coming around every so often since the start of second semester. Her sights are obviously set on Yumi-chan.”
Flattening the tickets.
They'd been working for about thirty minutes and Rei-sama may have casually started this conversation because she was getting bored from the monotony of their task.
Working the stamp was a mechanical action so she could easily talk while doing it. But it was a bit unfair to those who had to use their minds for their work.
”No way, she doesn't have her sights set on me.”
Thump thump. Yumi humbly demurred as she worked the numbering stamp.
Stamping the serial number on the entrance tickets was also a monotonous job, but she still had to check that the numbers stamped were consecutive. It wasn't a job that lent itself to talking, nor was it one that precluded talking, it was halfway between the two.
”Ah, I know, the tall girl with the bizarrely long hair - ”
Sachiko-sama twirled her non-slip gel covered finger in the air.
But still, calling it ”bizarrely long.” Even though she'd made this remark, no-one would ever accuse Sachiko-sama of having short hair.
”Right, right.”
Rei-sama gesticulated with the stamp. Kanako-chan's most distinctive physical features were her height and the length of her hair.
”I saw her talking to Yumi in the hallway once. But she left when I approached.”
”I don't think she was running away because she saw you, onee-sama.”
They'd probably just spotted each other walking down the hallway and stopped to chat. But without anything substantial to talk about, they would have soon parted ways, each heading towards their original destination. It had probably been something like that.
”You didn't scare her off with a furious scowl, Sachiko?”
”Why would I do that?”
”Jealousy of this mysterious younger student who was chatting casually with your cute Yumi-chan.”
”That's ridiculous, please give it a rest.”
Sachiko-sama scowled at Rei-sama, her cheeks puffed out a bit. Yumi thought, ”Oh, cute.” Although it felt terribly impolite to see her onee-sama like this.
”But, ah right, she's a first-year?”
Sachiko-sama exhaled deeply, almost like she was sighing.
”Now that you mention it, Kanako-san doesn't stop by that often when Rosa Chinensis is here.”
Noriko-chan was piling up the tickets after checking that the quick-drying ink from the Yamayurikai stamp had completely dried.
”Well, I haven't really seen much of her either. You think she's targeting times when Yumi-san's here alone?”
Yos.h.i.+no-san was putting the tickets into bags for each cla.s.s.
”Yeah right.”
Yumi laughed. She'd stopped stamping serial numbers on tickets, resigned to joining in the conversation.
”Is she a friend of yours, Noriko?”
s.h.i.+mako-san asked, having listened in silence thus far.
”I wouldn't really call her a friend. She's a cla.s.smate.”
So just where was the boundary between cla.s.smate and friend?
”Tell me everything you know.”
It was Sachiko-sama that said this. So Noriko-chan temporarily set the entry tickets she was holding down on the table and started giving her report on Kanako-chan.
”First-year camellia cla.s.s, Hosokawa Kanako-san. She doesn't stand out as much in cla.s.s as her appearance would suggest. She checked out a couple of cultural clubs during the trial period at the beginning of the year, but I don't think she's joined any of them. She doesn't really a.s.sociate with any particular group and mostly spends her spare time alone. I guess she comes off as a bit of a lone wolf.”
As she was listening to Noriko-chan, Yumi found herself thinking, ”That doesn't really match my image of Kanako-chan,” throughout the entire report.
In Yumi's eyes Kanako-chan was an amiable, cheerful and sensible girl, which was a completely different impression to what Noriko-chan had.
”A lone wolf? Isn't that somewhat like you, Noriko-chan?”
Yos.h.i.+no-san said mercilessly, although it was probably pertinent. Still, Kanako-chan must be really bad at getting along with her cla.s.smates for the somewhat cold and standoffish Noriko-chan to label her as such.
”Have you tried talking to her, Noriko?”
Noriko-chan shook her head at s.h.i.+mako-san's question.
”We can have a business-like conversation, but a general chat goes nowhere. She seems to have an aura about her that makes it hard to talk to her. She seems to be aware of this, but isn't concerned by it.”
”What about Touko-chan? She seems to like to meddle.”
Noriko-chan had been annoyed by how much Touko-chan followed her around, but Touko-chan had eventually achieved a spot as one of Noriko-chan's friends and was a fellow member of the first-year camellia cla.s.s.
”It's hopeless. They're like natural enemies.”
”Natural enemies, huh.”
Well, it was because Touko-chan had a strong personality too. Everyone seemed to more or less accept the ”natural enemies” comment.
”So, what are you going to do, Yumi-chan?”
Rei-sama asked, resuming stamping the tickets as though she'd only just remembered.
”A-about what?”
”Her. Are you interested in her as your soeur? Or not?”
”My soeur?”
Yumi was pressed for an answer, but she didn't really know because she'd never looked at Kanako-chan in that light.
Yumi thought Kanako-chan was a nice girl. And that she would be able to handle the Yamayurikai work. But it was a bit too simplistic to become soeurs just because of that.
Would her relations.h.i.+p with Kanako-chan form like the one she had with Sachiko-sama? Or would their feelings for each other gradually grow if they became soeurs?
No, perhaps it would be a mistake to go into it with those sort of expectations. Maybe she should think about a soeur from a more practical standpoint. - While Yumi was still considering all these things, Yos.h.i.+no-san spoke up.
”I'm against it. I don't think that girl matches Yumi-san at all.”
”What, in terms of height?”
The short grande soeur and the tall pet.i.t soeur. Their standing and their stature were inversely proportional, making them uneven reverse soeurs.
”Well there's that, but I just don't get a good feeling from her. The way she coils around you, saying, ”Yumi-sama, Yumi-sama.””
She just doesn't get a good feeling. A completely subjective opinion. But just as Yumi was starting to read too much into it and get depressed she was saved by a flash of insight into Yos.h.i.+no-san's words.
”Aren't you just being jealous, Yos.h.i.+no? It feels like you're annoyed that Yumi-chan might be getting a pet.i.t soeur before you.”
”You're wrong. Ahh, geez Rei-cha &h.e.l.lip; ah, onee-sama, you're too simple.”
”I wonder &h.e.l.lip; it's always suspicious when you turn serious.”
Rei-sama kept on teasing her.
”But if Yumi-san had a pet.i.t soeur then life would be easier for Yos.h.i.+no-san, so would she really oppose it just out of jealousy?”
s.h.i.+mako-san coolly a.n.a.lyzed the feverish Yos.h.i.+no-san.
Indeed, there seemed to have been whisperings about the ”pet.i.t soeur problem” around the place recently. During first semester, most of the talk had been about Nijou Noriko-chan becoming Rosa Gigantea en bouton, but now that she'd settled in to that role everyone was starting to ask for new stories. Last year there had been two sets of soeurs formed during the time between the start of second semester and the school festival, so perhaps that led to some high expectations for this year too.
The school festival, one year ago.
Yumi glanced at Sachiko-sama. Their eyes met and Yumi's onee-sama smiled, looking triumphant.
”Well? Do you understand how I was feeling last year?”
”How could I? I didn't even know you this time last year.”
Besides, Yumi hadn't looked at Sachiko-sama's face because she wanted that sort of comment. Why had she looked in that direction? It hadn't been conveyed all that well.
”Still, they have a point. It doesn't matter if it's Yos.h.i.+no or Yumi-chan, but if neither of you find a pet.i.t soeur soon we'll be in a bit of a bind.”
Rei-sama tapped her own shoulders.
”That's true. Feel free to lay our fears to rest at any time now.”
Sachiko-sama murmured like a retiree.
”The more you talk about it, the more it seems like a demand.”
Noriko-chan's sharp observation cut through.
”That's not it at all.”
”Right.”
They looked at each other and denied it. Still, now that it had been brought up, Yumi and Yos.h.i.+no-san both felt they were being obligated to do so by their onee-samas.
”To start off with, what brought you and that girl together, Yumi?”
”It was.”
Yumi folded her arms in front of her chest and went, ”Hmm.”
”What was it again? I can't remember at all.”
”Huh?”
”It's like she just showed up at some point.”
It wasn't like she'd fixed her tie or they'd met beneath the falling cherry blossoms. And, naturally, they weren't real-life relatives.
”Yumi. Showing signs of dementia at your age &h.e.l.lip; ”
Sachiko-sama looked sympathetically at Yumi. However.