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==Golden Time 5: Prologue==
 
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Could the friend about which she was speaking be none other than Tada Banri? Pulling back, he looked at her face anew.
 
Could the friend about which she was speaking be none other than Tada Banri? Pulling back, he looked at her face anew.
   
"...Are you, perhaps, related to me? ...Did you know my former self?"
 
 
A friend of Tada Banri... in other words, the person to which his current self's abnormalities would be most clearly conspicuous, who would reject his current self's existence most severely, who would be tormented... the very last person he would want to see right now.
 
 
But,
 
 
"...No, that's not right, you see."
 
 
The voice that returned to him no longer shook. Tightly, as if she had come to a decision,
 
 
"I don't know you."
 
 
And so she moved on. For some reason adding "sorry" after that, she suddenly turned aside.
 
 
Her bound hair swaying in the night darkness, turning her back on the still seated Banri, she walked towards her parked scooter. Helmet in hand, with the appearance of being unaccustomed to it, she sat herself in the old seat.
 
 
Somehow it seemed that with that, she had done what she had intended to do. Though he wasn't yet fully satisfied, Banri still could not stand up, and waiting without speaking, unable to discover within himself reason to talk just a little bit longer,
 
 
"Hey! What about the message!?"
 
 
Somehow he managed to say that much. She put on her helmet, tightened the strap beneath her chin, and turned the key. The scooter's engine started. It sputtered, sounding slightly idiotic. As if through a crack in that sound,
 
 
"Tell him to do his best! ...Ah, I'm not supposed to say even that much."
 
 
She was silent for a few seconds, then drew a breath one more time. And then,
 
 
 
"XXXX!"
 
 
 
The engine sound distorted her voice to something like that of some marine animal, and just like that she took off. She hadn't told him what mattered: the message to convey, nor the name of her friend. By the time he noticed that he couldn't hear her, and that he couldn't make sense of it, the area was once more wrapped in the stillness of night.
 
 
Left behind by himself, Banri, nevertheless tried searching for a while in front of the trees where the red tail light had faded away.
 
 
But he never saw it again, and was unable to find it.
 
 
That particular night's events were just like a one act dream, strangely unreal.
 
 
...But no doubt about it, it really happened.
 
 
That he understood.
 
 
Even now, safely discharged from the hospital, truly gone to Tokyo and become a college student, Banri hadn't forgotten that time.
 
 
At some point the face in his memories and a certain face he was seeing now at college connected without him noticing, and he knew perfectly well that face was Linda's.
 
 
Still, after all this time he wasn't doing anything special to verify it. He didn't think it necessary. He was glad simply knowing that that person was Linda.
 
 
He knew that at that time, Linda had reason to lie, saying she didn't know him. The problem was that his mother had told him that she didn't want any of his old acquaintance seeming him at all. All of his friends had probably been told, in a manner of speaking, "We don't want you to come." In that time and those circumstances, Linda was right not to say her name.
 
 
And then, he decided to not look backwards anymore, choosing to make their mutual past as if it had never happened.
 
 
More and more, it was getting to where there weren't even reasons for bringing it up again between the two of them.
 
 
The guy that Linda wanted to see that time was longer part of this world. The Linda he had met was a girl who'd come into his view, tracing the steps of a guy no longer in the world. It was something of a dream, being linked with a guy already gone by the time you'd met that person. Counting it as "something that wasn't" and "a past you can't look back at" was surely the right thing to do.
 
 
But, no matter what else, there was just one thing worrying him.
 
 
He just couldn't remember. He could only put the words "Do your best!" into her mouth, since they seemed the memories had been drowned out by the engine noise. He just couldn't remember them. Though he should have heard them that time, he no longer knew, nor did he know when he forgot them.
 
 
Sometimes, he thought about it, wondering what Linda had said. But then he thought, I can't remember.
 
 
So he was fine with having forgotten. It was okay. The events of that night, as if they were still a dream flowing by, sometimes stroked him gently inside the heart.
 
 
And that was enough, now, Banri thought.
 
 
And then to Tokyo, Spring came.
 
   
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