Rekka Namidare was a normal boy until his sixteenth birthday. Then a girl suddenly appears from his future, warning him that he'll somehow start an interstellar war!
It turns out Rekka hails a special bloodline that's destined to get caught up in all kinds of trouble. Whenever a story's heroine is in dire need, Rekka will be given one last chance to save her. And in the future, Rekka will have saved so many girls that their jealous love for him will cause the apocalypse!
When I went to grab the newspaper out of the mailbox, there was a letter inside of it, too.
“Is something wrong?” asked R.
“No, but... there’s a letter here for me. And it doesn’t have a stamp?” Had the sender put it directly into my mailbox? But who would do that? “Let’s see, who’s the sender... Wait, it’s from Satsuki?”
“Someone you know?”
“Childhood friend. Wait, why wasn’t she at school today?” That was strange for her. I fiddled with the letter in my hands as I opened the front door and took off my shoes.
“Is this Satsuki the sort of delinquent who’d skip the first day of school?”
“No, the exact opposite. In middle school, she was the student council president.”
“Huh. That’s certainly odd, isn’t it?”
“You sound like you know something about it.”
“That’s not true at all. Why would you think such a thing? That bugged me a little... but for now, I needed to read the letter. I tossed my bookbag on the living room sofa and tore open the envelope. Eraser shavings poured out. I opened the carefully folded letter, and saw that it was written in Satsuki’s familiar handwriting.
Dear Rekka Namidare, I have something very important to tell you. I wanted to tell you in this letter, but I think it’s better to tell you in person. I’ll be waiting all day at the place where we always used to play. —Satsuki Otomo
Her handwriting was always so neat. Nothing had been erased on the letter, but there were eraser shavings inside the envelope. Did that mean she’d rewritten it a few times? That wasn’t like her.
“That’s not a very helpful letter, is it? It doesn’t say a word about what she actually wants to talk about.” R had come up next to me at some point, and was peering at the letter.
“Well, we’re going to meet up and talk about that now, right?”
“You’re leaving now?”
“The letter said she’d be waiting all day. She can be weirdly stubborn sometimes. If I don’t go, she might really wait all day.”
“But you’re tired from the entrance ceremony, right? Why not rest a little first?” What got into her? She was suddenly trying to be nice to m— Oh.
“Did you really want to watch TV that badly?
“I didn’t say that.”
“Sorry. We can do it some other time. I’ll watch as much as you want on the weekends with you.”
“It’s fine. Really.”
“Then don’t sulk.”
“I am not sulking.” She looked pretty upset to me, though. Well, fine. I’d just have to stay up all night watching TV with her on Saturday. I left the house with R, thinking about what kind of DVDs we’d rent.
The place where Satsuki and I always used to play was an abandoned factory at the top of a little hill, about fifteen minutes away by bike. I checked my watch when I arrived. It was 1:00 PM.
“I wonder what Satsuki wants, anyway?”
“It’s a little late to be wondering now, isn’t it? And didn’t you just say that’s what you were here to find out?”
“That’s true, but... I was just wondering what Satsuki would want to talk to me about so badly that she’d skip the entrance ceremony.”
“Hahh... Sheesh. You really are dense, aren’t you, Rekka?”
“What do you mean, dense?”
“I mean dense. Dull. Dumb. Whenever a girl gives a boy a letter and tells him to meet her at a certain place, it usually means only one thing. She wants to tell him that she loves him.”
“Wow, the look on your face is so rude. My deduction was brilliant.”
“How was that brilliant? You dummy...” Me and Satsuki? No way. “She’s been my friend for over a decade now. She’s basically family.”
“I now understand the difficulty of my mission in my heart, and not just in my head.”
“Why? ...Well, whatever. Let’s go.” I locked my bike and went around to the rear entrance of the abandoned factory.
The place had been closed since I was a kid, but there was a single door in the back where the lock was broken. That’s how we always used to get inside. Just as I thought, the lock was still busted. I easily made it inside the factory where I used to play.
“It’s dark in here, isn’t it?”
“Does it seem dark to you too, R?”
“My senses are much the same as a human’s.”
“Huh. I thought your eyes would shine in the dark or something.”
“That would make it impossible for me to see anything, wouldn’t it?” That’s true, come to think of it. We waited for our eyes to adjust to the darkness before we went in any deeper. Satsuki and I always used to play in the big room in the back, so I had to walk down a dusty corridor for a bit. Maybe it was just because I hadn’t been here for a while, but the place seemed more run-down than it was when I was a kid. My memories were fuzzy, but I managed to make it to my destination. This room had probably once been used to hold conveyor belts and big machinery, but now all that stuff had been removed. All that was left was an open space about the size of a gym. Unlike the corridor I’d come down, there were windows here, and the sunlight from outside made it much brighter. It was still a little gloomy, but there was more than enough light to see her standing in the center of the room with her back turned toward me.
She jerked a little when she heard me say her name, and then turned around. Her clothes were very ordinary-looking, and her straight, black hair was neither permed nor bleached lighter. She’d said before that she didn’t really like wearing makeup or putting a lot of effort into looking good, but I knew that she was secretly proud of her pretty black hair, and that she spent time caring for it every morning. Satsuki had the same peaceful smile on her face that she always did. “Good morning, Rekka.”
“M-Morning... Wait, it’s afternoon now. Why’d you skip the entrance ceremony? Oh, and by the way, we’re in the same class again this year.”
“I see. That never changes, huh?”
“It feels to me like somebody’s setting it up. Anyway, how long have you been here?”
“Since this morning.”