Thomas Randall - The Waking

Even as the words came out of her mouth, she knew it sounded like whining. How many kids did she know back in Boston who’d been discriminated against in the same way, just based on their sexual preference or the color of their skin? Far too many.

“They’ll get used to you,” Hachiro said.

“It’s all right. They probably won’t, but it isn’t as if they’re the kind of people I want to be friends with anyway.”

Hachiro nodded. “I understand that. I’m starting to realize there are people who are my friends that I don’t want to be friends with.”

Kara paused and looked out at the bay. Hachiro came to a stop behind her, but he didn’t move to her side.

“You mean Ume?”

Hachiro didn’t reply. When Kara turned, she saw the contemplative expression on his face.

“She’s one of them,” he admitted without a trace of a smile. “I’m starting to wonder how well I know a lot of the people I thought I knew.”

Kara began to reply, but Hachiro cut her off.

“No,” he said. “That’s not true. I’ve been wondering that for quite a while.”

Four feet separated them, but without taking a step, she felt that the space between them had vanished. The sun felt warm on her face and she could smell the detergent her father used to wash her sweater.

Hachiro might really be as good a guy as she’d hoped.

“Can I ask you something?” Kara said.

“Of course.”

“Sakura thinks her sister is haunting Ume and the others.

She and Miho think that Ume knows who killed Akane. But when I ask them why they think that, they won’t tell me anything else. So what is it? Why would they think that?”

Hachiro didn’t look away, and she was grateful for that. But he cocked his head and regarded her a moment as though sizing her up anew, seeing more deeply into her than he had before.

“Maybe we should start back,” he said. “We could get something to eat.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to answer me either?”

“No. It just means that we’re halfway across the bay, and I’m getting hungry.”

Kara smiled. “All right.”

They turned together and started back along the sand and she switched her shoes to her right hand. The water lapped against the shore, but otherwise the world had become eerily silent. The boats out on the bay seemed very far away.

“Last year, Jiro was Ume’s boyfriend. That’s why I know her and her friends a little better than other people. They wouldn’t have paid any attention to me except that Jiro and I are… were friends.”

He paused, and she could feel a wave of grief emanating from him. Kara wanted to make his sadness go away but didn’t know how to begin.

“Akane, though… she was beautiful, and always seemed to be lost inside her head. Something about her was just different, and fragile. For months, she and Jiro were best friends, and Ume hated her for it. And then Jiro did something stupid.”

Kara’s stomach gave a little twist. “What?”

Hachiro didn’t look at her. They kept walking. “He told Akane that he loved her.”

“And Ume found out?”

Now he stopped and turned, and his eyes were dark. “I don’t know. She might have.”

Kara pushed her hair away from her face, that sick feeling spreading.

“What did Akane say? To Jiro, I mean, when he told her he was in love with her?”

Hachiro sighed. “What you’d expect. That she loved him as a friend. The worst thing a girl can ever say to a guy.”

Kara took that in. “Do you think Jiro would have hurt her?”

“Jiro’s dead. And I don’t care who wants to say it might be suicide. He wouldn’t have killed himself. To some people it might look like he did kill Akane, and did it out of guilt, but I know-”

“I believe you,” Kara interrupted. She didn’t want to tell him about the conversation she’d overheard between her father and Miss Aritomo-that would feel like a betrayal of trust-but she couldn’t just say nothing.

“You do?” Hachiro asked, surprised.

“I do.”

“Good. So Jiro didn’t kill Akane, and then someone killed him.”

“So do you think Ume could have done it?”

Hachiro gave a curt shake of his head. “No. I can’t imagine it. The police talked to everyone, and they think it was random. Someone walking by the bay that night attacked her.”

“But they never arrested anyone.”

“They never had any suspects that I know of. No witnesses. I don’t think they knew where to start. Anyway, Ume’s not strong enough to have hurt Jiro, and I have to think whoever killed Akane also killed Jiro. Otherwise, there are two killers out there, and that’s pretty hard to believe.”

Kara nodded, but she didn’t know what to think. Ume and her friends might not be haunted by a ghost, but their nightmares wouldn’t let them sleep. Hana had killed herself. And Ume had enough guilt to accuse Sakura of drugging or poisoning her.

Tonight, she would be spending the night at the dorm, in Miho and Sakura’s room. The school allowed boarding students to host day students for sleepovers on the weekends before or after a holiday. This weekend didn’t qualify, but her father had called the dorm director Friday afternoon to ask if, under the circumstances, the rule might be bent. It would be good for the students to be able to share their feelings about the tragedies of the past two weeks, he’d said.

The dorm director had agreed, earning Kara’s father many hugs.

As odd as Sakura had been behaving, Kara had been a little unsure about how much she was looking forward to the overnight. Now her anxiety began to build. She didn’t want to take Ambien tonight, and she knew bad dreams would plague her. Psychology wasn’t the culprit here, she felt sure. How long would it be, she wondered, before someone else fell apart to the extent that Hana had?

“Is this why you asked me to come out with you today?” Hachiro asked, a look of badly disguised disappointment on his face.

“No,” Kara assured him. “It isn’t. I just thought it would be nice to take a walk. We both needed to clear our heads. I’m sorry I got us onto such unpleasant topics.”

“That’s all right,” Hachiro said. “It would be impossible to pretend we’re not thinking about them.”

“Exactly. Anyway, on to happier thoughts. You mentioned lunch?”

His eyes lit up. Hachiro was still a growing boy, and he needed to be fed. And Kara found that she was getting pretty hungry as well.

They walked along the shore of Ama-no-Hashidate, headed back to the Turning Bridge. Several times, Kara thought Hachiro would take her hand, but he never did.

“There is one other thing that’s kind of troubling me,” Hachiro said.

“What’s that?”

“Earlier, you mentioned the nightmares that everyone’s having, how you can’t sleep?”

“Yeah?”

Hachiro didn’t look at her. “Jiro was having them, too. He talked about his nightmares all the time. Akane was in some of them. He said she had no face.”

B lue light washed over Kara’s face. She breathed deeply, feeling the rise and fall of her own chest, vaguely aware of her surroundings. Then some tiny internal alarm sounded and she opened her eyes wide.

Sakura had a small book light on, and she lay in her bed reading a manga. Miho stood by the DVD player, putting a disc back in its case. The movie had ended.

“How much did I miss?” Kara murmured, pushing herself up to a sitting position on the futon the girls had set out for her.

Sakura looked up from her manga, her short blade of hair a kind of curtain obscuring one eye. “Most of Kiki’s Delivery Service and all of Nausicaa.”

Kara scowled at her. “No way. I saw most of Kiki. And you didn’t