Hiyas~! Back. All right, this is the next chapter . . . For some reason, this story gets the least amount of views, but it gets the most reviews. T^T THANK YOU! It all means a lot to me! But, what I find weird is that the second chapter only has 30 hits and visitors, while the third chapter has 50 hits and 40 visitors . . .? Is that . . . supposed to happen . . .? H'bout we just call that "unique"? ^_^"
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Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni: Ungranted Wish Arc
"My prayers are left unanswered no matter how hard I try.
The muttered words always fade away in
the cicadas' unheard melody."
—Rika: Dear you ~Hope~
"Breaking the Once Shining Glass"
"Keiichi's stir fry is MINE!" Satoko cheered, stealing food from Keiichi's lunch box. Food was quickly disappearing because they were all being stuffed into Satoko's mouth. The girl's cheeks began to puff up, making her look just like a chipmunk. She grinned and winked, waiting for Keiichi's reaction.
"No! Wait! WHY?!" Keiichi roared, turning to Satoko's Bento because he knew that he had no chance of stealing back any of his lunch at the rate it was going. However, when he looked, the plastic box was completely void of food, and only little crumbs sat innocently at the bottom. "Grrr . . . You ate all of it . . ."
"It's because you're so slow," Satoko taunted. She swallowed and then laughed heartedly once she saw Keiichi's disappointed expression.
Keiichi stared at his lunch box, teary-eyed. There was nothing left – even the crumbs. It was as if a vacuum cleaner had gotten to it before Keiichi could eat more than a fourth of it.
"You can have some of mine, sir," Rika offered, using her chopsticks to give Keiichi some of her little treats. "Nippaah~!"
"Oh! You're so nice and ADOWABLE, Rikaa!" Rena squealed with delight, shoveling all of her lunch into her mouth voraciously instead of plowing through the group of tables before her. "Adowable, adowable, KAWAII!!"
"Hey, Satoko, if you're that hungry, h'bout eating some pumpkin? Shion wanted me to give you some of her specialized pumpkin meal," Mion offered evilly, holding a cute pumpkin treat shaped like a cartoon octopus in her chopsticks.
"SO ADOWABLE!! Omochikaieri!!" Rena squeaked enthusiastically, using her chopsticks to grab the treat out of Mion's and popping it into her own mouth. "Hmm! It tastes really good, too!"
"Hey! Give that back!" Mion shouted just as Satoko cheered with relief. She reached over the group of desks and used her chopsticks to pull on Rena's cheek as the dazzled girl chewed and swallowed.
"Hauu!" Hanyuu stomped with frustration. "I wanted to try that, Rika!" she whined, tugging at a lock of Rika's hair.
Satoko continued to laugh with her hand under her chin, so she looked sly and shrewd. The girl quickly glanced at the clock. Even though she continued to laugh at her friends' "demise," she could feel her happiness and joy slowly get eaten away. She was completely disappointed that all this fun would end so early, and worse, she was the one to end it all.
The girl's laugh slowly dissipated, and her hands fell onto the table as she got up, sliding the chair back with a notable squeak and scratch. "Sorry, I have to go," Satoko sighed. Her eyes quickly turned to Rika, hoping that the blue-haired girl would leave with her. It was just not right that Satoko was the only one to leave . . .
Fortunately, the Furude sub-consciously granted the small wish and stood up. "I'll have to leave, too, sirs," she announced, beaming to lift up the sudden, heavy air that had fallen onto the group. "We have to get Edo-chi. His check-up at the Irie Clinic shouldn't have taken the whole school day, sirs."
"Aw," Rena whined, crest-fallen. "And, Satoko-chan has to moving, and Rika-chan will be all lonely without her and Edo-chi . . ."
Satoko was suddenly taken aback at Rena's comment, until she remembered the excuse she used. She had said that somebody had decided to adopt her – unfortunately for Doctor Irie, she said, she was taken before he could take her – and she was moving into a different house.
"Promise that you're still coming to this school? Swear that this isn't the last day?" Rena asked with a beaten expression, lightly tugging at Satoko's sleeve.
"O-ho-ho-ho! How you worry!" Satoko laughed, masking her own beaten expression. "Of course I'm still going to this school! I can't POSSIBLY run away from the club activities! Plus, I told you, I'm still living in Hinamizawa. The only difference is that I'll be with adults and not with Rika and Edo-chi."
Rena smiled back at the girl's reassurance. "Oh yeah, no need to worry then, right?"
"Right."
"Oh! Hello, Satoko, Rika," Irie greeted the two little girls as he walked around the corridors, looking for something. "Here to pick up Edward?"
"Yeah," Satoko replied, smiling.
"Is his check-up done, sir?" Rika asked.
"Of course. He's in that room," Irie said hesitantly, smiling in a way that showed that he was actually laughing inside. He turned around and pointed down the corridor at a door.
"Thank you sir," Rika replied. "Satoko sir can keep you company."
"Oh! Of course! We will be planning our future wedding when she gets older!" Irie sang, waving to Rika as she walked towards the direction. Satoko was shaking her head, laughing silently at the doctor's stupidity and his little antics.
"Hello, Edo-chi, sir," Rika beamed brightly as she entered and closed the door behind her right after she had knocked. "Uh, Edo-chi, sir? Are you all right?"
Edward was wearing a black T-shirt, and his black pants. Without his long sleeves, gloves and boots, it was a lot easier to notice the features of Ed's prosthesis as it shone under the hospital's lights. Rika was awestricken by the technology, but the condition that the boy seemed to be in was what worried her. The boy was slumped on his plastic chair; his arms daggling at his side. He had a blank expression on his face as if his very soul and conscious had decided to walk out of his mouth, leaving him for a temporary moment.
"I-I can't believe that . . . I forgot all about the human anatomy . . ." Edward muttered; his gold eyes probably twirling around and around inside his head. "When Doctor Irie said all of that . . . Geez . . ."
"Edo-chi, sir, we better leave," Rika said, tugging at Ed's short sleeve.
"Huh? What?" Edward jolted up, surprising the girl. His blank, dazed face had been quickly replaced back with the bright, intellectual expression of the time before the doctor's appointment. "Oh, hi, Rika-chan."
"Sir, we're going back home," Rika beamed, "Nippaah!"
"Oh! Right." Edward immediately leaped up and raced to the counter nearby. He hastily took his black, long-sleeved shirt and threw it on. He then glanced all over the ground until he found his socks and slipped them onto his feet. Finally, the boy stuffed his feet into his clunky boots. "So, why did you come here? Your club activities should have started around now. Plus, I know the way back," Ed asked as he fiddled with the buckles of his boots, relaxing after the sudden worry that the prosthesis might freak out Satoko if she was ever to see.
"Satoko sir is moving into a different house," Rika said simply. "We'll tell you the details at home. We need some help from you, sir."
"Oh, really? All right."
"Hello, shorty-boy!" Irie popped in, punching the air above him with enthusiasm. "Hi—"
"Say that again," Ed dared, standing straight before he had finished buckling his boots. He glared at the doctor threatening, preparing to give him a beating of a life time for saying the 'cursed' word.
"Congrats on getting adopted," Ed said simply, throwing some of Satoko's things into a big suitcase.
"You have no sense of adequacy, do you?" Satoko scolded as she rearranged all the things that Ed had thrown in an organized fashion. At least he wasn't helping her pack her clothes or else he would literally bunch them into a ball and toss them into a nearby suitcase. "You're not supposed to pack things like that or else the things would get ruined and you would lose potential space!"
"So what? I've packed many times this way before, and nothing gets ruined and I can fit everything just fine," Ed said bluntly, tossing another object into Satoko's suitcase.
"Sir, it's one thing to pack books and clothes, but it's another thing to pack blankets and stuff," Rika said already knowing how Ed would travel. She suspected that Edward only traveled with tons of books and extra clothes – which wouldn't be a lot. And, judging by his careless personality, he wouldn't care about how his clothes appeared, whether it be folded neatly or crumpled in a heap, just as long as they weren't disgusting.
Ed huffed with annoyance, rolling his eyes. But, he had a stupid, cocky smile, almost laughing as Satoko glared at him.
Satoko stood over Ed's sleeping form. The boy was supine on the ground with both of his hands beneath his head. He was snoozing away. Satoko pouted slightly with her arms crossed across her chest. She just wanted to go straight to the kitchen, fill up a cup with cold, ice water, and just dump it on his face. She needed to get something on a high shelf, and she was too short to reach it. Finally, she sighed and decided against it. Plus, she couldn't allow her teasing him on how short he was go against her just because she couldn't reach something.
The Hôjô walked to the place and looked up. She stared at a bright blue book on a little ledge in the wall, right next to a colorful vase that would get Rena squeaking with adoration. She had no idea how that vase got there but decided to dismiss it. She grinded her teeth as she thought on how to get the object there down. It wasn't that high. If she was to stand on tip-toe and extend her hand all the way up, she just might be able to use her finger tips and budge it down and over the edge of the white, wooden ledge.
The girl huffed once and stood on her tiptoe. Looking down, she latched her fingers onto the ledge and felt for the hard-cover book with her fingertips. Eventually, Satoko squeaked with joy as she felt the familiar, dusty cover. Her small fingers latched at the edge of the book's spine, slowly budging it closer to her.
Clink.
Satoko gasped with alarm, already knowing that the book had accidentally hit the vase near it. Without thinking twice, she grabbed hold of the book, holding it rigidly, and scrunched her eyes tightly to the ground as she waited for the bloody impact.
Crash!
She slowly opened her eyes, clearly surprised this she didn't feel hard clay hit her head. Hesitantly, her hand gingerly felt the top of her head. There was no wound, no pain, and no blood. She could feel some clay shards stuck in her blonde hair, but that was it. Suddenly, she felt a clay shard hit the back of her hand, and she jumped up.
"You know, if you needed help, you could just ask me," a smug voice stated with authority.
Satoko spun around and looked up, wide-eyed. She could feel little clay pieces hit her forehead and eyes, but she blinked and refocused her vision. She was surprised to see Edward looming over her. His right arm held out in front of him, right over Satoko's head. The boy had a grin on his mouth, but the tip of it was twitching and a little bead of sweat trickled down from his forehead. It was quite clear that he was worried and concerned, despite his grin that was showed arrogance and triumph.
"E-Edo-chi?" Satoko stammered; her brain was unable to conjure any other words. "Are you okay . . .?"
"Well, yeah, of course," Ed said with a confused expression. His other hand was brought up, brushing all of the shards off of his black sleeve. "But, what about you, idiot?"
Suddenly, Rika ran in, sliding to a stop. "What happened?" she asked hurriedly, gasping for breath because her socks had hindered her from running as quickly as she would have liked. She calmed down when she saw both of her friends were safe.
"The-Taco(1) here was too stupid and stubborn to ask help from someone TALLER than her and knocked over a vase," Ed replied mischievously, dusting off the last pale, tan shard off of his sleeve. He let his arm relax and drop to his side, smiling evilly as he glanced to the girl.
"A vase . . .?" Rika repeated. "How did a vase get here? We don't own any vases before, sir."
"Oh . . .?" Ed raised an eyebrow and crouched down to pick up the big chunks of clay on the ground. He examined every shard he picked up, turning it around and around in his fingers before he placed it in his palm. ". . . I remember now! Rena said she found it while treasure hunting in the dump. And then, she gave it to me, saying, 'Cute things should have cute things with them!' That crazy, lunatic, rabid girl . . ."
Rika walked over and helped Ed pick up the shards, nodding in acknowledgement. "Then, Satoko sir broke it," she stated, "Nippaah~! Satoko, sir!"
"Yeah, The-Taco, You just broke a gift from Rena," Ed accused; his words were practically like pointing fingers.
"'The-Taco'?!" Satoko snapped. "I'm not some random Mexican food!"
Rika beamed. She watched the two blondes bicker pettily; throwing random insults that may or may not be true into the air between them. It was hilarious on how much those two can argue over.
"Oh, yeah? It's called revenge, Taco!" Ed roared, pointing at Satoko and dropping the shards that were in his hand.
"Have you ever heard that revenge is bad?" Satoko laughed slyly, waiting for Ed's reaction.
"Hypocritical Taco, I will defenestrate(2) you!" Ed roared.
"What does 'defenestrate' even mean?" Satoko said arrogantly, raising one eyebrow to emphasis her "superiority."
"To throw somebody out the window . . ." Ed replied darkly, smiling in an evil, scheming way. Suddenly, he carried Satoko by the armpits towards the nearest window, gaining a little squeak.
"What are you doing, Edo-chi?!" Satoko struggled, laughing. She kicked around and waved her arms in the air. "Put me down!"
"I told you, I will throw you out the window," Ed hissed; his smile resembled a snake's: curved slightly and plotting.
"No!" Satoko begged. "Rika, help me! If you throw me out the window, Rika will avenge me, Onii-kun!"
Suddenly, Edward let go, dropping the girl to the floor. "W-what?" he said, his expression completely resembling pure terror.
Satoko groaned, rubbing her bottom. "What did you do—" Satoko began angrily, looking up. However, the expression on Ed's face wasn't supposed to be there. He would know that Rika wouldn't ever avenge Satoko over something simple as to "throwing her out the window," or would do something horrible even if she did. Why was there terror in his eyes? "What's wrong?"
Then, the lop-sided grin returned onto Ed's bright face. "What's wrong? Nothing's wrong, Taco," he replied, "except the fact that you won't allow me to throw you out the window." He bowed down; playfully poking Satoko's forehead and watching it bobble slightly.
"Hey! Stop that!" Satoko fumed and hit Ed's hand away from her forehead.
"Okay, okay, sirs," Rika grinned, patting both people's heads. "We better finish packing Satoko sir's stuff. Nippaah~!"
"We finished," Satoko pouted, "and no thanks to you, Edo-chi." She glared straight into Ed's eyes, only to have him glare back at her with ten times more strength. Finally realizing that the petty glaring contest would never get anywhere, she sighed and stood up. "Then, that means I better go," she mumbled, "I'll be back."
"Then, I'll help you bring your stuff," Ed offered, "after all, you packed a lot of things."
"Nah, I can carry them. It's not far and I only have two suitcases, which one of them rolls," Satoko said, walking to a suitcase and stuffing her blue book into its pocket.
"Are you sure?" Ed asked, grabbing hold of the other suitcase.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Satoko swiped the suitcase out of Ed's hand. Sighing through her nose, she carried the suitcases to the front door; the wheels on the rolling one made millions of clacks as they rolled over the cracks in the floorboards. "Okay, see ya." Satoko grinned, and then trotted out the door before her friends could say anything.
"That girl is so stubborn," Ed sighed, hearing the door close shut behind the blonde girl. "Well, at least she now has somebody she could call a 'parent' and a 'family.'"
"That man will never be called a parent, much less a family," Rika spat. Disgust seeped into her blue eyes. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Ed's head whip to her direction; his expression showed pure confusion. Not wanting to see that expression, Rika's eyes aimed to the ground with her long, blue hair draping over her face like a thick curtain.
She didn't know why she let that burst out of her mouth, or why she was even telling Ed. He was the person she was suspicious of, and she didn't even know him enough. It was like how Hanyuu had said; he had placed millions of padlocks onto his heart a long time ago, so even if someone was to know the codes, it would be impossible to open because the locks were too rusty to move. Yet, Rika trusted this boy, and she felt comforted to tell him all the dark secrets she had stowed away a long time ago, too. Maybe, that was why she trusted him; they both had so many secrets under deceiving masks, lost keys, forgotten codes, and unbreakable locks. But, maybe that wasn't the reason either.
"No one would want to adopt her. Everyone thinks she's a cursed being," Rika continued; her hands started to ball up into shaking fists. Her shoulders stiffened and her whole body began tremble as she struggled to let go the words that were filled with hatred. "She's such a fool, hiding away the truths that we already know about! It's because of her MONSTER of an uncle, who doesn't deserve the title of being her family." Rika spat every word into the air, feeling good that somebody was there to hear her words. Anger had bubbled inside of her like water boiling over a raging fire, and covering it up never had helped. In fact, it just made it worse. It was better to let out all the steam . . .
"You miss her already and worried about her, huh" Ed said, placing a hand top of Rika's head. He smiled as Rika gasped in surprised by the reassuring hand. "Well, that gives me more reasons to help Taco carry her stuff. See ya." He opened the door back up, and ran out to follow Satoko.
Rika smiled at the closing door. "He is worthy of being called 'Onii-kun' by Satoko-chan, right, Hanyuu?" she asked a few minutes later.
"Yep," Hanyuu replied cheerfully. Then, she giggled a bit. "At first, I thought you said, 'Oni-kun,' which means 'demon,' whereas 'Onii-kun' means 'big brother,'" she said, covering her mouth as she giggled at the small hearing mistake and pun. "You want me to do something, don't you, Rika?"
"Yes," Rika sighed, sagging. "Even though Ed might make the situation better, I still want you to go after Satoko and tell her to tell the Child Abuse Institute about Teppei Hôjô. She may not remember what had happened before, but she will most likely save herself and rely a bit on other people if something pushes her to call."
". . . Oh, I get what you mean," Hanyuu nodded in acknowledgement. "I'll go over and whisper persuasion into her ear. It may not be directly, but indirectly, it would save her, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I'm going."
"Ah, there they are," Hanyuu said to herself, smiling.
Edward had caught up to Satoko, and the two blondes were bickering about something really petty, no less. Ed most likely had persuaded Satoko to accept his assistance, since Edward was swinging a suitcase around in the air.
"How can you live without me?" Satoko laughed accusingly.
Edward rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say," he said sarcastically.
"Then, go jump off a cliff," Satoko ordered. She stomped to a stop and pointed to the forest where there was a cliff hanging over at the edge.
"No! You think I'm some crazy idiot, huh?" Ed roared.
Hanyuu found that while the two were glaring at each other, she could go up to Satoko and persuade her. Her misty form walked to the little girl. Hanyuu leaned over and whispered into Satoko's ear, hoping that Satoko – and Satoko alone – may hear her words.
"People want to help you, but pushing it all away will only place a burden that you have tried to avoid giving."
"Huh? Did you hear something, Edo-chi?" Satoko jolted up, almost dropping her suitcase. She glanced in all direction in search for the source of the soft words she had heard.
"No," Ed replied, confused.
Hanyuu sighed with relief. That had shown that Satoko heard her, and Edward didn't. She gulped, taking on the stress and pressure once more, and continued.
"Talking to your friends when troubled is the best idea. Asking for help isn't always a sign of complete dependence."
Satoko's expression turned thoughtful, as if she was taking information and advice from somebody she knew. Suddenly, she perked up again and stated, "There it is again! Did you hear it, Edo-chi?"
"And you say that I'm the only one who hallucinates," Ed laughed, lightly hitting Satoko's head.
"Hmm," Satoko hummed thoughtfully. She placed a finger to the bottom of her lip as she thought. Then, she perked right back up and smirked. "Sure, maybe it's you who is going deaf!"
Hanyuu smiled. She had accomplished her mission, and hopefully, Satoko would save herself like last time. Then, Hanyuu looked at Edward; her mind felt like telepathically saying, "Take care of Satoko-chan, please." However, the deity did not expect Ed to look back at her, as if his bright gold eyes could actually see her transparent body and hear her inaudible voice. Suddenly, the gold eyes flashed crimson as quickly and abrupt as a camera's flash. Hanyuu gasped with surprise and fear, stumbling back a bit.
"No, that's untrue," Ed stated; his eyes turned back to Satoko. "It's because you're hallucinating!" He grinned evilly, ruffling up Satoko hair. It was as if he had never done anything to scare the deity of Hinamizawa.
Hanyuu immediately turned around and ran, wanting to report that strange look from Ed that she saw. The last time she saw those bright red eyes was at the night of the Cotton Drifting Festival, the time when both Rika and she were about to kill the boy due to suspicions. However, this time was in broad daylight, unlike the other time when it was in the middle of the night. Was Hanyuu becoming suspicious of Ed just like Rika? But, both of them had already decided to cast away the maddening suspicions a while ago. They did not imagine the red, glowing eyes! They were real!
Hanyuu ran on along the road, panicked and frightened. She became unaware the people that she was passing had a questioning expression as their eyes followed her running figure. Suddenly, her toe hit a large rock, and she tripped and fell onto the ground, sliding across rough surface on her right side.
"Ah! Ow! Hauu, hauu . . ." Hanyuu whimpered, sitting on the ground as she examined her hands and knees. Her palms of her hands were bleeding and bright red; small stones had lodged themselves into her flesh. The wounds were small, but they stung and hurt upon touch. Her right shoulder also had received the same damage from her fall, but it didn't hurt as much. As for her Miko outfit, it was dirty and tattered, and a sleeve was torn a bit. Even though her knees hurt, they had not received any injuries. "H-how did I trip? Hauu!" she cried.
"Are you all right?" a feminine voice asked. A soft hand was placed onto Hanyuu's shoulder.
Hanyuu froze, and turned around.
Ms. Chie was leaning over; her hand was on Hanyuu's shoulder. The teacher had a concerned expression, and she smiled comfortingly. "I have some band-aids for you, if you want." She held out a hand for Hanyuu to grab.
"Eh?" Hanyuu squeaked out as she took the hand and stood up. "Y-yes, please."
The teacher grinned. She opened her purse and began searching for her band-aids. "I've never seen you before. Are you new?" she asked, finally finding the small, cardboard box.
"Uh, uh, hauu, yes, I am," Hanyuu stuttered, flustered. "I-I'm Hanyuu Furude, nanodesu."
"Ah, Hanyuu Furude," Ms. Chie acknowledged, brushing all of the dust off of Hanyuu's outfit. "I'm Ms. Chie. Are you related to Rika, by any chance?" She gently grabbed one of Hanyuu's hands and stuck a band-aid on a cut.
"Uh . . . yes, yes. I'm Rika's distant cousin, nanodesu," Hanyuu nodded shyly.
Ms. Chie laughed a bit. "Oh, I never knew that Rika-chan had a relative. Are you attending the Hinamizawa School?"
"Y-yes, nanodesu."
"That's great. I'm looking forward to seeing you in class tomorrow then."
Hanyuu's face brightened up. For some odd reason, she had materialized. It was unreal! She could finally attend the school clubs with Rika, talk to all of Rika's friends, and even feel like a person instead of a god.
She was frightened. It was frightening to know that there was a mystery on why she has become tangible.
She was ecstatic. She was so happy that she could have fun again with friends that she has come to know and love with Rika.
"Okay, we're here," Satoko gasped, trying to contain her laughter. She had fallen over, and her suitcase had followed. She laughed as she turned onto her back, seeing Ed loom over her with his arms crossed and smiling.
"All right, all right." Ed held out his hand and helped Satoko up.
"It's over there," Satoko said, pointing to a house at the edge of the woods.
The house was small, but large enough to house two people. It was only one floor tall, and windows were at every side of the place. The roof looked like any of the other roofs in Hinamizawa: shingled and slanted so slightly that people might be able to stand on the platform and not fall. White paint was peeling off at a few places, making the home appear old and worn.
The two kids walked to the place and arrived at the doorstep. The door was tall and reddish colored. The contrast of the colors from the walls and the door made the front of the house appear gaudy, and gave an impression that the builder of the home had no sense of good taste.
"Did he give me a key in here . . .?" Satoko murmured as she took out the letter that had fit snuggly in her pocket. She opened up the envelope, searching for a key in the paper-made container. "Huh, he didn't leave me any keys," Satoko pouted, folding up the letter and stuffing it back into her pocket. She grabbed the doorknob and tested it if it was locked or not. The girl jiggled the knob for a while before she noted that it was locked.
Suddenly, the door was ripped open, revealing a mean-looking man. The man had murky yellow hair that looked like he had brushed the strands so they pointed behind him. He had thin, dark eyes that seemed to glare down at people. He wore a red-pink Hawaiian shirt and a gold necklace. A half-used cigarette dangled out of his mouth, a small trail of smoke emitting from the tip.
"Satoko, you were supposed to be here yesterday!" the man boomed, grabbing Satoko roughly by the shoulder. "And you didn't even buy the things I ordered you to buy!"
"I-I'm sorry," Satoko stuttered, taken aback as the man dragged her into the house. "I just got the letter today."
The man glanced at Edward, seeing him stand there, dumbfounded. "I was worried about you, and I was just about to search all through Hinamizawa to find you!" he roared, mocking concern. "And, who is THAT?" He pointed rudely at Edward, breathing onto Satoko.
"I'm Edward Elric, a classmate of hers," Ed replied, looking back at the man with as much ferocity as the man glared at Ed. The boy wasn't smiling, but examining the man with disdain.
"I'm Teppei," the man introduced rudely. He looked up and down, examining the boy with his arms crossed over his chest. "You don't need to hang around here anymore, just leave." He waved Ed off, prepared to shut the door in Ed's face.
"I will," Ed snapped at the man, already not liking Teppei. He grabbed the door before it could be slammed in his face. "Make sure you take good care of Satoko, then." He grabbed both suitcases and leaned them against the wall next to the door. "Promise me."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll take good care of her, right, Satoko?" Teppei said fiercely, his face threateningly close to Satoko's.
The blonde girl scrunched up her nose a bit as the smell of cocaine entered her nose. "Y-yeah, Ed, don't worry about me," Satoko reassured.
"See? Now leave." Before Edward could object, Teppei slammed the door in Ed's face. Turning to back to Satoko, he grinned atrociously. "Your dear uncle is back, Satoko-chan," he murmured in Satoko's ear threateningly. "If you don't do what I say, you'll regret it . . .
"And, if you tell and whine to all of your little friends, you won't be able to smile with that blonde friend of yours anymore . . . because he will be six feet under the ground, pushing up daisies."
Doctor Irie stood, waiting, at the edge of a road, smiling and holding tightly around a letter that he had just received. His doctor coat flapped behind him the wind, and little purple petals of small flowers flitted off all over him, attaching themselves to his clothes. The cicadas cried loudly around him, almost making him deaf by the sheer sound.
He had no idea why he was standing there, waiting for his anticipated arrival. She said in the letter that she was arriving the next day. However, the doctor was just too excited to wait one day, so he just dashed out of the clinic when he had no patients to attend to and stood by the road with patience. He was so delirious that he had a sudden temptation to run around the miniature meadow singing some random song that was popular when he was a child.
Suddenly, a car pulled over on the road and stopped right in front of him.
"Ah, I thought you were coming tomorrow," Irie said, walking over to the car.
The door opened, and a lady stepped out. "Yes, but there was a change in schedule and I came early," the lady said.
The lady was tall and thin. She had pale blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back and pale yellow eyes that seemed to glisten in the cloudless sky. She also had a smile on her face that seemed to brighten up her countenance.
"You've changed," Irie said kindly. "That's a good thing."
"Yes," the lady replied, waving at the driver as he waved back. She held back her hair so it wouldn't fly into her face as the car drove away, watching the black vehicle drive down the path away from the town. "Do you think they will ever forgive me?" she asked cautiously, waking over to Irie.
"Yeah, of course," Irie smiled, "I forgave you, so they all will forgive you in time."
The lady's smile grew bigger, relieved. "Thank you, Doctor Irie . . ."
"Tell me, though, this is the real deal, right? You didn't break out of the institute, did you?" the doctor asked slowly, as if one wrong word was going to make all of his happiness shatter into a million pieces.
"Of course! I didn't fool the officials, don't worry. I'm legitimate here, and a much better person than I was."
"Good." Irie Kyôsuke nodded, satisfied with the response. "Then, welcome back to Hinamizawa . . .
". . . Miyo Takano."
Bum, bum, buuum . . . ^o^// Miyo Takano is back!! Oh, and the fact that Dr. Irie is excited that she's back isn't because he supports her in her sadistic acts before. I wanted him to be the first person who forgives Miyo for her actions in the town of Hinamizawa. 17 whole pages again! And, suspect a super long next chapter too. ^_^" Maybe, a little more than 24 pages . . . ? I don't know, because I've written more than 12 pages so far and I'm not even HALF way done. Oops. As most can tell, I wanted to stop at three different parts for different chapters. But, I found them WAY too short, so I just stacked them up into this chapter (Main reason why this is 17 pages long). I also found that the Miyo Takano section rang out the most, so I just used that at the end.
Kit-chan didn't like the section when Miyo came back, and she doesn't know why. H'bout your opinions?
Also, there are NOOO pairings. There are a bit of pairings if you squint so hard that your eyelids burst off, but, overall, there are no pairings. Kit-chan and I aren't good a romantic stuff. We may to some attempts, but we try to avoid it if necessary.
(1) The-Taco: There is actually an origin from the nickname that Edo-chi gave Satoko. Kit-chan one day complainted that the English dubbing of Higurashi kept mispronouncing Satoko's name. "SA-to-ko" was how they were to say it, but they kept saying, "Sa-TA-ko." Then, I misheard that and, "The-Taco?" That's how the little nickname for Satoko was born . . . .
(2) I'm not sure if I used the word, "Defenstrate" correctly . . . . But, I only used it for joke purposes.
Well, please review! ^o^// Tell me what you think, because it's worth more than all of the views in the world to me! I wish I have edited this more . . . .