PuiPui:Volume2 Chapter1

Chapter 1: Dark Night, Beguiling Innocence, and I

A warm gentle breeze drifted through Harusha Academy's campus. Filtering through verdant leaves, golden sunlight scattered amidst the trees. Golden Week was already right around the corner.

After school, an afternoon tea party...Even more supple than the young sprouting leaves, Zadou Sierra sat quietly upon a bench in the courtyard, her delicate fingers continuing to turn the pages of a collection of poetry. Her long hair fluttering softly in the wind, her eyelashes seemed to cast a shadow upon her fair face.

Her glossy lips parted revealing her pearly teeth as she began to smoothly recite lines of aged poetry.

"In the distant sky beyond the mountains, that is where people say 'happiness' lives. Ah, but I with others went searching for it only to return with our eyes filled with tears. Further still beyond the mountains, that is where people say 'happiness' lives."

Sierra, of the high school class 1-B, clearly read Ueda Bin's translation of Carl Busse's "Beyond the Mountains". Around her were a number of her adoring fangirls, some sitting upon the lawn, others taking refuge in the shade of the trees, all listening intently to her voice. Spread out upon the lawn was a delicate, high-class, and hand-quilted blanket, which held a tea set decorated with brilliant blue roses and gold gilding.

"Sierra-sama's voice has such a marvelous elegance. It can only be compared to the sound of an angel's harp."

"Thank you very much for inviting me. This has been a truly wonderful tea party. The pastries were also quite delicious..."

"I'm glad you enjoyed them, they were scones hand-made by my head maid Mary."

At the center of the group of girls, Sierra was remarkably pretty, simply unmatched. Her almost translucently fair fingers were rested gently against her rosy face, and even her shy smile radiated a sweet elegance.

"Sierra-sama, do you have a favorite poet? Heine, Rilke, or maybe even Baudelaire?"

"Hm, I wonder...Maybe Rimbaud?"

From some distance away, two boys were watching the group of girls. They were Sierra's classmates, Araki Jin and Utada Yuuya.

"Ahh~, Zadou's having a tea party! Such elegance. I wonder what sort of poet 'Rimbaud' is."

Yuuya clasped his hands to his heart, trembling all over with passion. A member of the light music club, Yuuya's short banged brown hair fit him as a flirt. As for Jin, he was quite tanned because he was an archaeology maniac who went all around for excavation digs, and he also had a conspicuously chiseled face. His school bag was slung over his shoulder and he wore a bored business-like expression as he muttered.

"He's that guy who carries a machine gun and goes around shooting recklessly, right?"

"That's 'Rambo' from the Stallone's films! There's no way a delicate girl like Zadou would ever watch that sort of thing!"

"Hm. I actually think it would be quite appropriate though..."

Because of a magic lamp that had been in his archaeologist parents' baggage, Jin had ended up summoning Sierra, who came from a line of genies. But, the dorm where Jin resided didn't allow girls, and contrary to the prim lady-like appearance she put on daily, she was boastful, selfish, and more like the Rambo who would go about causing destruction rather than the poet Rimbaud. Honestly, he was filled with reluctance at the prospect of calling on her.

Continuing to watch Sierra, Yuuya clenched his fists tightly against his chest as if he could barely contain himself.

"Okay, when I get back to the dorms, I'm going to the library to search for Rimbaud! Though the application deadline is tomorrow, but I was thinking that I might not enter if I couldn't find inspiration for a good piece, but...I'm feeling inspired!"

"Piece?"

"Didn't I tell you already, about the light music contest, I mean. You just gotta come listen."

"I don't think so."

"So you're just going to refuse right away?"

"If I agreed to go, you'd probably ask me to throw streamers or demand an encore for you repeatedly, so I'd rather avoid the hassle."

"But if you listen to wonderful music, it'll enrich your life, you know?"

"It's annoying when you try to pawn off unsold tickets."

"Some friend you are! A little support can go a long way to making a true artist, ya know!"

Riled up, Yuuya must have been quite loud because Sierra looked up, turning to glance over in Jin's direction. However, it was a passing glance, and soon enough she returned to chatting with her friends.

(Huh. I wonder if she didn't see me...?)

Jin wondered blankly. Elbowing Jin in the stomach, Yuuya was smirking.

"Hey, did you see her glance over here? Do you think maybe she considers me cool for my music?"

If she had been looking their way, Jin didn't think it would be Yuuya she'd be looking at...but saying so would be troublesome, so Jin agreed with an over-exaggerating response.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it. You're super cool. I, your friend, feel my heart race every day because of you."

"I get the feeling that there wasn't a single shred of sincerity in that just now, but well, whatever. Ah, do you think I should give Zadou a ticket to the light music competition? Maybe she'll even be like "This is so much better than classical music~, I want to hear more". She even went and asked you to teach her more about archaeology after all, so maybe I've got a shot."

Yuuya seemed quite anxious. Certainly, as a simple-minded skirt chaser, he's often treated like an idiot by the girls in his grade, but his place in the light music club wasn't just for show, making him quite popular with the younger girls. Yet even that Yuuya was feeling quite nervous because of Sierra.

It wasn't just Yuuya who believed Sierra to be beautiful, kind, and elegant. Just about every guy on campus felt the same. Every time Jin heard such a thing, he was moved with pity.

(If they all knew what she was really like, they'd probably be too shocked to even stand, I bet...)

The fact that Sierra was the Genie of the Lamp was a secret. Also, the fact that she was only putting on an act was also something he couldn't tell anyone else.

"When I look at Zadou, I'm simply filled with inspiration. Zadou is my goddess of art, my muse. If it was for Zadou, I could write a masterpiece!"

Yuuya clenched his fist passionately, looking all fired up. Jin was looking at him indifferently, when suddenly the cell in his pocket rang.

(I've got mail?)

Jin took out his phone. The message was from Zadou Sierra.

[Geez, commoner, what were you doing over there just now? Anyway, you a~~-bsolutely have to summon me today, you hear?! ＜(○｀ε´○)＞ *angry*]

(What the heck, what kind of emoticon is that...)

When he looked over at Sierra, she was looking his way, her cell in one hand and a sharp expression on her face. By being summoned by Jin, who was her master, Sierra could level up as the Genie of the Lamp. And, until she matured fully, her family had absolutely no source of income, so she was relatively distressed.

(Forget it, just ignore it, it's got nothing to do with me if her family can't keep living a life of luxury. Being abused by Sierra, it's been nothing but trouble.)

Seeing Sierra with her cell in her hands, one of the girls around her asked.

"Sierra-sama, is something wrong?"

"Ah, no. My servants just wanted to know what sort of black tea I wanted for tonight's high tea (tea partaken at night)..."

Sierra lied, then laughed boisterously with one hand held to her mouth.

(Yeah, she can really put on quite the friendly act...)

She could probably put on other acts as well, Jin conjectured.

Elsewhere, from even further away, there was someone else keeping an attentive eye on Sierra.

The vice-president, second-year Himuro Eriko. She had a slender figure and a refined hair-style, with her glasses adding an intellectual air. With a digital camera in hand, she was taking cover behind a tree with bated breath.

"Zadou Sierra...You might be ignoring those two in front of other people, but I know for a fact from my part-time job at the pizza parlor that you were in their room at the boys' dorm."

The student council president and head of the boys' dorm, Konoe Ukyou was secretly in love with Sierra. Ukyou was a man with a general aversion to women, but Eriko could tell with her women's intuition. And, Sierra was nothing like the quiet, docile, and neat Yamato Nadeshiko he thought she was...Eriko's intuition practically screamed.

But, when she told him as such, he didn't believe her. Without solid proof, she'd be considered a slanderer and Ukyou, as a man of justice, would inevitably come to hate her. So, by any means necessary, she had to get a picture of Sierra going into the boys' room.

"I'm going to expose you as the faker you are and open the president's eyes to the truth. My plan's all set. Ufufu...Ohohoho!"

Eriko doubled over in laughter. Her sudden outburst of laughter caught the students who were walking past off guard, and they started to stare at her. Realizing they were all looking at her, Eriko quickly came to her senses.

"Hohoho...ho, *cough cough*"

Or at least that's how she tried to play it off.

Tachibana Dorm, the boys' residence hall at Harusha Academy, closes its doors at 6 o'clock when dinner is served. After eating, the students were allowed to spend their time as they wished.

Back in his room, Yuuya laid a pile of Rimbaud's anthologies on his desk and set to work furiously writing away with a mechanical pencil.

"Your fiery gaze makes my heart go "rockin' on", you reckless soldieress of love. You're a Rimbaud girl, oh so wild..."

"What's really reckless and wild is your lyrics. Please, did you even reference any of Rimbaud's works? I'd really like to hear you summarize your research in 100 words or less, if you don't mind."

Behind him, Yuuya's roomate Jin muttered deadpanningly.

"It comes out in the next line."

"There's actually more to this?"

"Rimbaud the hot-blooded poet, born in 1854 in Charleville, France. You're Rimbaud, happy birthday baby....

"Err, well, you certainly mentioned him..."

Yuuya sat with his arms folded, holding his pencil between his nose and his upper lip as he contemplated Jin's point.

"So you must think it's too rockish rather than R&B too, then?"

"Yuuya, it might be for the best if you don't try to read too deeply into it..."

"Haa~, maybe I just don't have any talent. I'll really have to try harder."

Looking exhausted, Yuuya collapsed onto his desk. Jin gave him an encouraging slap on the back.

"Come on, don't get so down. I can't feel even the slightest hint of talent in you, so it's not gonna matter if you go all out or not, right?"

"If that was some sort of attempt at cheering me up, you really might want to work on it a bit."

"Is this contest really something that should be bothering someone like you, who usually just throws together some sort of half-baked concoction?"

"I don't get it, does your mouth run on auto-pilot or are you intentionally malicious? Even the dorm head tells me off calling it frivolous, but in a way, the light music club is more like volunteer work."

"Aren't you guys just doing it to stand out and be popular?"

"You idiot! Without us, only the donors and kids treating it as a fair would come to our cultural festivals. It's because of us that girls from other schools come, y'know."

"Ok, so you get girls to come, how exactly does that make it volunteer work?"

"Sorry. I guess for a guy who would sooner swoon at the sight of cuneiform, my argument falls pretty flat."

"I don't care how much you badmouth me, but I won't stand for you badmouthing cuneiform."

"I'm just saying, being brought closer to and having the opportunity to meet some girls from other schools, most guys would be plenty grateful. And the ones who provide that service is the light music club, myself included."

"Even if they're in close proximity, it's not like there's all that great of a chance of them getting a girlfriend."

"Mm...Well, that's true."

"And, it doesn't mean you'll be able to either. So, you don't need to burden yourself for such a thing to happen, and I don't get why you'd feel the need to stress out and try so hard either."

"Huh. Rather than that, what I don't get is you losing yourself in a pile of books full of cuneiform and digging around in the mountains."

"If you can't understand the allure of cuneiform, I feel sorry for you."

The argument between the two continued parallel. It was obvious they would never reach a point where they understood each other. Yuuya, deciding to give up, sighed.

"Well, let's just drop it. I guess no matter who it is, if someone's passionate about something, they're bound to be looked down upon by others at some point. But, I'm really trying my hardest, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't make fun of people for going all out on something."

Yuuya went back to filling in the notes with his pencil. He really seemed hurt. Jin honestly apologized.

"Sorry, really. I didn't mean to make fun of you."

"Nah, it's ok. I was just mad at myself for having such a hard time."

Yuuya laid his chin down on his hands, heaving a great sigh.

"Even though I planned on clearly standing out at the contest and attracting the attentions of the local girls' high schools...I guess our auditorium will be full of schoolkids again, shouting for encores of the Anpanman March and the like..."

Then everything went dark. He couldn't see a thing. He was stirred into a panic at the sudden change.

"Wh, what going on?!"

"Blackout, probably."

Jin replied calmly. Tachibana Hall was pretty run down, and there were frequent water outages. So something like a power out was practically expected.

"Geez! How am I supposed to compose in the dark? Flashlight, need a flashlight."

Moving about rashly, Yuuya groped through the desk's drawers.

"Jin, if I remember right, you have a flashlight, right? The one for cave exploring."

"H, hey...Are you thinking of rummaging through my desk?"

Taken off guard, Jin started fumbling through the darkness, trying to find Yuuya. Inside his desk was the magical lamp used to summon Sierra. In order to actually summon her, you'd need Solomon's ring, the artifact capable of sealing demons, but he'd left the two together in a box. If Yuuya happened to rub the lamp while holding the ring, Sierra would end up getting summoned.

(Even though I would be ecstatic if she had a different owner, but...she wanted to keep secret the fact that she was working as a servant, and it would be horrible if like in the case of the dorm head when he was possessed, someone who wanted to enslave her became her master...and most importantly, with a different master, her genie level would plummet to zero. Regardless, I can only imagine what that noisy girl would say if such a thing were to happen.)

"Huh, this box is awfully heavy. Could it be in here?"

Yuuya spoke in the dark. Clink, clink, came a small metallic sound. It had to be the sound of the ring and lamp colliding.

"Wait, don't touch that!

Jin yelled and as soon as he reached out his hand, he touched something smooth.

(S, shit! The box was open?!)

A multi-colored smoke and shimmering powder poured forth from the lamp's spout. Appearing at the same time dressed as a maid equipped with an apron, a headdress, and white gloves, Sierra was in full-on anger mode.

"Now see here! How many times must I tell you before you get it, I call you, and then you summon me..."

"Uwah, uyah, gyah!"

Jin continued shouting to cover up Sierra's voice.