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Chapter 3

"So that Hinamizawa for you, just a small village lost in the mountains, trapped by the trees. The only one to here our cry and secrets are the higurashi. Scared yet?" questioned Yukio. Finishing our tour we started our way back to my house, the way back was a small dusty road that went on for what seemed like an eternity. The sun was about to start to set, the first of the higurashi started to make their cries, thinking to myself, I wonder, "Why are you crying, did something happen?" What would make them cry like that, well I mean, their insects, and what the hell am I saying? It just what they sound like, their just bugs, it can't be helped! Damn, all of this fresh air must be getting to my head, or I'm just losing it.

"Oye, Suki, come back to me, your spacing out again." Bringing me back into reality, I realized where I was. There was a small break of trees, to the right of the road of vegetation continued. But to the left, it looked like someone had just placed a wall in front of the trees and painted on it a garbage dump, it was just so out of place. To see all this plant life and then to see what kills it and a dump. As I looked pass Yukio, a soft breeze blew the trees and my chestnut hair was just long enough to join in the motion. It must have looked pretty attractive, all Yukio did was stare. "Oye, Yukio, come back to me, your spacing out again. Wait, how do you know that space out?" Realizing what we had said, he broke his gaze and gave a "huh?" Then I raised an eyebrow at him trying to make him feel like a creep as well as a pervert for staring at me.

In an attempt to change the subject, he tried to start a new topic by asking a question, "So, in being new here, are also going to school here? You seem the right age that you could be in my grade, or maybe just a year younger. You could be with Ren; you seem about the same age." Turning his head so I couldn't see his cheeks turn a bright red. The words came out all at once, to the point that I could barely understand it; still I'm able to answer the question. "Well I would think that I am going to school, cause you know, I've been going all my life. Why stop now?" The two of us let out a small laugh that echoed in the trees.

"So what's the story with the garbage dump?"

All day, as people walked by they would say "Hello" and he would explain who it was and tell me a little about that person. I felt like a celebrity the way everyone knew me, I really enjoyed it. I'm very grateful that I crash into him, but if my leg is swollen because of the fall, I know who to blame. Redirecting my vision to somewhere else, so he couldn't see my cheek turn a little red, I focused on a sign. It seemed to be slightly bent as if it was run over by a truck, shades of reds and brown covered splotches of the sign. It read in red letters, "Dam construction: Authorized Personal Only No trespassing."

"It seems that you noticed already, your fast. Well, it started several years ago, the government wanted to create a dam of Hinamizawa and the next village. They were going to submerge us in water, even if we refused to leave. We started to protest, making banners, going to the government and telling our stories. Some even went to Tokyo; we made commercials, and did everything that we could to protect our village. In some of the riots, people got injured and had a few confrontations with the police. United, we won this war, a victory to this battle, and what you see is the remains of what was. Beyond that," pointing to the hills behind the landfill "is what is."

'"A war," I questioned, "Aren't you exaggeration just a little?"

"Well it was, people were hurt, citizens fought, some…"

"Died" I finished his sentence, trying to hide all signs of curiosity.

"Some lost confidence; still we banded together, and won our battles." Replies Yukio, calmly, but seemed slightly annoyed at my misunderstanding.

"Sorry, it just seems the perfect place to hide a body. On that topic, did anything happen to the family that use to live in our house?" remembering what Ms. Kazuko told us.

"No" shunned, and then turning his head slightly in a disappointed way, "I told you already, I didn't know anything about their personal lives."

"Sorry, it's just; I thought that if I asked again, I would get a different answer."

"It's alright, let's get you home before it gets to dark, or else your parents will get worried." I would have corrected him, but something told me not, how do you tell him something like that?

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