Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter01 01

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On a night at the beginning of August, Mikiya came by without any notice.

"Good evening. You look lazy as always, Shiki"

The sudden visitor stood by the door as he gives a boring greeting with a smile.

"It's true, I just met an accident on my way here. A girl jumped from the top of a building, a suicide. Though I heard it's been happening a lot recently I never thought I'd see one myself. Here, fridge."

He throws me a plastic bag from a convenience store as he unties his shoes by the door. Inside are two strawberry Häagen-Dazs. I guess he means I should put them in the fridge before they melt.

While I was slowly checking out what's inside the bag, Mikiya had finished taking off his shoes and was stepping across the threshold.

My house is a room in a mansion. If you go past the hallway, which isn't even a meter long, you get to the room where it's both my bedroom and my living room. Staring at the back of Mikiya who was stepping quickly into the room, I also moved into my room.

"Shiki. You skipped school again today, right? I don't care about your grades, but you won't be able to pass unless you attend at least the required days. Did you forget about our promise to go to college together?"

"Do you have the right to order me around about my school? I don't remember that kind of promise, and what's more you've already dropped out of college."

"... Uh, if you say 'rights', there aren't any rights for anybody, but..."

Sounding sophisticated, Mikiya sits down.

He tends to let out his true feelings when he's on the defensive... it's something I remembered just recently.

Mikiya sat down in the middle of the room. I sat on the bed behind him, and laid down my body. Mikiya still has his back turned to me. I thoughtlessly look at Mikiya's back, which is a bit small for a guy's.

This young man named Kokuto Mikiya seems to be my friend from back in high school.

In the midst of youngsters from nowadays where so many fashions appear one after another, gain speed and finally dash out of control into disappearance, he was a boringly "rare kind" that kept the image of a student.

He doesn't dye his hair or let it grow long. He doesn't get a tan or wear accessories. He doesn't carry a cell phone or play around with women. His height is around 170cm or so. His kind-looking face is more on the cute side and his huge black glasses make that feature stand out even more.

Even though he is graduated from high school and dresses ordinarily, he is good looking enough to catch a few people's eyes if he actually dressed himself up.

"Shiki, are you listening? I met your mother too. Shouldn't you show up at the Ryougi House at least once? I heard that you haven't even contacted them since you got out of the hospital two months ago."

"No. Especially when there's no need."

"Hey, even if there's no need you should be happy just to be together, they're your family after all."

"... I don't know. It can't be helped cause I can't really take it for real. We'll just feel more distant even if we see each other. I still feel weird talking to you, so there'll be no way I'll be able to keep up a conversation with those strangers."

"Geez, things will never settle if you keep it this way. It'll be like this your whole life if you don't open up your heart to them. It's not right for parents and children to live so close together and yet not even meet each other."

I frown at those reproachful words.

"Not right", said he, but what exactly is "not right"? There's nothing illegal in what's happening between me and my parents. It's just that the child has gotten in a traffic accident and lost all her past memories. We are proven to be a family under the law and by our blood, so I'd assume there's nothing wrong this way.

... Mikiya always worries about how other people feel. Although I think that is just pointless...

Ryougi Shiki has been my friend since high school.

Our school was a famous private high school which taught a lot of students who went to a good college.

When I went to see if I got in the school or not, the name Ryougi Shiki stood out so much that it stuck in my head and we ended up being in the same class. Since then, I became one of the few friends Shiki had.

Our school did not have uniforms so everyone expressed themselves by how they dressed. Within these people, Shiki stood out.

... Because Shiki always wears a kimono, no matter what.

Its simple flowing form fit Shiki's sloping shoulders so much it made the classroom feel like an samurai-style house just by having Shiki walk through it. Not only the looks. No uneeded movements. No speech-like speech were spoken except in class. I think just this explains what kind of a person Shiki is.

Shiki's figure is almost too perfect.

Her hair is beautiful as silk, cut with scissors like it was a bother and left it just like that. It turns out to be a short cut just long enough to hide her ears, which suits her so much that many students mistake Shiki's sex. Shiki looks so handsome that she looks like a female to men, and mistaken as a male by women. She looks more dignified rather than beautiful.

But much more than Shiki's looks, what captivated me the most were Shiki's eyes. Those eyes have a sharp yet calm look, and those thin brows. Gazing upon things invisible to us with those eyes, and that is what made the person named Ryougi Shiki so special to me.

Yes.

Until that thing happened to Shiki ...

"Jumping down"

"Er... Sorry, didn't hear what you said."

"Suicide by jumping off something. Would that be considered an accident, Mikiya?"

Mikiya gets himself together after that meaningless muttering and seriously starts thinking about the question.

"Hmmm, I'm sure it's an accident... but you're right. I wonder what that is. Since it's a suicide, the person is dead. But as long as it's the person's will to do so, the blame is only on that person. Only, falling from a high place is considered to be an accident..."

"Then it's not a murder nor an accidental death. It's really ambiguous, if you say it this way. Though they should have picked a way that wouldn't trouble others if they were going to kill themselves."

"Shiki, it's not nice to talk badly about dead people."

His voice is not to scold me, but it is said in a plain tone. Mikiya's words are so utterly predictable.

"Kokuto, I hate your common sense talk."

Naturally, my response gets a bit harsh. But Mikiya doesn't seem upset at all.

"Wow, its been a long time since you called me that."

"Really?"

Mikiya nods.

He can be called two ways: Kokuto and Mikiya. I didn't like the sound of "Kokuto"... although I don't exactly know why.

In the small silence that formed during my pondering, Mikiya clapped his hand as if he remembered something.

"Oh, speaking of uncommon things, my sister Azaka saw it."

"....? Saw what?"

"That thing. The girl at the Fujoh building, the one they say is flying in the air. You said you saw it once too."

Oh, I remember now. The ghost story that started around three weeks ago,

There's an expensive mansion in the office district called Fujoh building. At night, a human-like form could be seen floating above the building. The fact that not only myself but Azaka saw it too must mean the thing is real.

After being in a coma for two years from that traffic accident, I was able to see things that were "not supposed to be there". As Touko would put it, I am not seeing them, but rather "observing" them. In other words, it seems that I am able to perceive at a higher level with my eyes and brain, but I don't care about all the explanations.

"The thing at the Fujoh building, I saw it not only once but many times. Though I haven't been around there for a while, so I don't know if it can still be observed or not."

"I see. I go by there a lot but I never saw it."

"You can't see it 'cause you're wearing glasses."

"I don't think glasses matter," frowns Mikiya.

His reaction was so warm and pure. That's probably why it's harder for him to see those kinds of things.

Even so, boring incidents keep on happening like people falling and flying. I don't understand the meaning behind all that, so I question out loud.

"Mikiya, do you know why people fly?"

Mikiya shrugs.

"I don't know why they fly or fall, because I've never done them before, not even once."

Such a matter of fact, and so cooly said.