Summertime. The lazy time of year when the weather was just perfect for shorts, tank tops, and picnicking under a nice shade tree. It was the perfect Sunday morning for such preparations, and the six girls that made up the only club in Hinamizawa’s only school were at that very building, working together in a makeshift kitchen to put the finishing touches on the afternoon’s prepared feast.
“S-stop teasing me! I don’t know, alright! I admit it!” Satoko Houjou was on the verge of tears. Her surrogate elder sister, Shion Sonozaki, was smirking cleverly, dangling a broccoli sprout in front of the younger girl in one hand, and a cauliflower one in the other.
“That’s what you get for playing Ms. Know-it-All!” Shion giggled playfully. She hadn’t meant to hurt the child’s feelings, but she had sworn long ago to the man she loved that she would care for Satoko like a little sister, and that meant putting her in her place every now and then. Besides, Satoko was just so cute when she cried, it was hard to resist.
“Hauuuu…! Shi-nee, that’s mean!” Hanyuu Furude, much like the other girls, was wearing an apron over her warm weather attire. She had a knife in one hand and a radish in the other. That was the same radish they gave her an hour ago, but she had insisted upon making every slice even and uniform. It wasn’t a very timely thing to do, but it certainly made for ‘pretty’ food.
“Hanyuu, how long have you been doing that? You were supposed to help me with the stew. I’d rather not get it all over me trying to lift that pot all by myself, you know.” Rika Furude smirked a bit, even as Hanyuu emitted another ‘hauuuu’-ing noise, verbally upset at being the second person to be teased this morning. “It’s not a science, you know. Here,” Rika unceremoniously nabbed the knife and vegetable out of Hanyuu’s hands, “let me show you.”
“W-wait! I’m supposed to do that! Everybody’ll be upset if I don’t—h-hey! Are you listening!? Hauuuuu!!” Everybody enjoyed a little chuckle at Hanyuu’s expense.
The school, though a Spartan building, had a lot of good rooms for this sort of thing. The girls had considered all meeting at one person’s house to make final preparations for the cooking, but it was eventually decided that if they were all going to help out, it would be best to bring some portable appliances to a larger space.
“Do you think Keiichi-kun will be there on time, kana?” Everyone mouthed a silent prayer of thanks that Rena Ryuuguu was too distracted by her own cooking to have noticed Satoko’s outburst. Had she seen it, she would have been out the door, carrying the girl home with her in a fit of cute-inspired madness. Given that the meal couldn’t be left alone for long, she might have gotten away with it if she’d tried that. As it stood, Rena was diligently dicing a roast into cubes, to use as meat for the stew. Her preparations seemed so simple and masterful, that she had already blushed several times in the past hour at comments about what a wonderful bride she was going to make one day.
“He better be there before us!” Mion Sonozaki, Shion’s twin sister, spoke up, “if a bunch of cute girls are going to get together to cook a meal that he gets to enjoy without helping, I told him he better have everything set up just perfect before we get there, or—“
“Or we doodle on him, sis?” Shion cut Mion off, smirking as she tossed the vegetables she had been utilizing for abuse into the pot.
Mion grinned, “He thinks he’s been doodled on a lot before! He has no idea what he’s in for if he doesn’t do his job!”
“Isn’t love grand?” Shion practically cackled, unable to contain herself from inserting that comment into the conversation. Satoko looked between the Sonozaki sisters with a look of complete confusion on her face, having no idea what was going on. It only made Shion grin all the more.
“L-love…? I-I’m not in…!!” Mion couldn’t even finish her sentence, and scowled at her playful sister, allowing the colander she was using to wash fresh fruit to clatter into the sink unceremoniously.
The scream that came afterwards was enough to cause everybody to forget all the festivities and stare in Rena’s direction.
The large butcher knife that Rena had been using was on the floor, and the high pitched shriek had clearly emitted from her. Without a thought, Mion was by her side in two quick strides with the first aid kit. Rena held her hands before her, which were bloody…but this was not to be unexpected, considering the roast was very bloody, as well. She had a shocked look on her face, so Mion took the girl’s elegant hands in her own and began to probe and search, looking for the place Rena cut herself.
“D-did she just…?” Satoko spoke up, but let her words trail off after a reassuring glance from Shion. Mion was the class leader, she knew what to do, and it was best to just stay back and let her do it.
“Rena…” Mion eventually spoke up, “…Rena, hey. Calm down. You didn’t cut yourself. Everything’s fine. This is all blood from the roast.”
“B-but….but there’s so much of it….” Rena began to look a little ill, staring at her hands as she turned them over once and again, “….there shouldn’t be so much of it. I….” Rena began to chuckle nervously as she stared, “….I really should go wash it off. B-but you know, blood doesn’t wash off very easily. You have to scrub at it, and if you scrub too hard, well….you’ll just bleed more.”
Faces glanced at one another throughout the room, exchanging looks of worry and concern.
“Shhhh, Rena,” Mion chimed in, taking the girl’s hands out of her field of view and covering them with a towel, “it’s okay. I’ll help you clean up, okay? Rika can finish fixing the meal.” Mion began to guide the absent Rena towards the girl’s room in the hallway.
“But…but what if two of us aren’t enough to…to get it all…?”
“Now, now. We’ll be more than enough. We’ll clean everything up, and there’ll be no more blood, okay? C’mon, now…”
Rena walked along slowly as Mion guided her out of the room. The rest of the preparation continued without a word from any of the participants, and Rika took over Rena’s part of the cooking immediately. Everyone had something to say about their poor friend, but nobody spoke. Only Hanyuu chose to just stand in the corner and stare at the restroom door. She thought back on what Rena had done to herself in Ibaraki, and she wondered if images of the girl’s slit wrists had forced their way into her head while she was working with the blood of the roast.
Hanyuu may have been a god, but she prayed for peaceful days to continue, all the same. |