Love is indivisible by twins. - Vol 1 Chapter 1.5
Brought to you by Noir
Edited by SinOfArrogance
(Shirasaki Jun)
The doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, Naori was the one standing there, wearing a pale pink mini pleated skirt over her thin boat neck white knit Top. Also along with that, those black over-the-knee socks.
It’s an outfit that if people were to look at it, they might call it kind of flirtatious and pushy, but it suits Naori well.
Or rather, Naori looks good no matter what she wears.
She’s so cute that it hurts.
“Even though I was the one who’s supposed to pick you up, I’m sorry you had to come yourself.”
“Right now, in my place, there is no one other than my father. If you were to come in now, it might have been our last. For your information, he was watching Star Trek just a while ago.”
Naori said that with a down-upright look. Her lips were slightly pastel colored.
“A~h, that’s nice. What part was he watching?”
“The scene where Kirk and Picard meet.” “‘Generations…’ huh. Come to think of it, Spock doesn’t appear there huh. Kirk is the story…”
“The story of Star Trek huh. So, where are we going?”
“I was thinking of going to some movies, but what do you think?” “Jun-kun, who hates crowds, is going to the movies during Golden Week? Are you out of your mind? Or did you inhale some laughing gas?”
“Oi, if I do that, then my awareness would become obscure. So, is there any movie Naori would like to see?”
“I don’t have anything in particular in mind right now. What about the person who invited me though?”
Naori lightly poked my shoulder with her finger.
“Not that there isn’t any in my mind.”
“Then let’s watch a movie for now. However, it’d be better for both of us to not go for Tokyo today. The public spaces must be overflowing with stupidly huge crouds of folks without a doubt.”
“Funny coming from you, who would not go to Ikebukuro unless you needed to buy books.”
“Isn’t that same for the both of us.”
While talking like that, we headed for the nearest station and boarded the train going in the opposite direction to Tokyo.
Our destination was the movie theater attached to LaLaport in the suburbs.
The train that comes into the platforms here had fewer passengers than those going for the city center. But, as expected of the Golden Week, there were still more people than usual, even if it wasn’t particularly crowded.
Usually I could have got a place to sit, however, today I couldn’t.
Even though I was already burdened mentally due to the recent events, I now had to also carry the bomb like pressure of confessing to Naori… While feeling my spirit and physique diminish every moment, that sways by the momentum of the train.
While I was on the train I started having these thoughts, what if there was no seat left there when we reach it… Thinking that if it were to happen, it would be really uncool and unfortunate, I start looking into the movie seats from my smartphone. It doesn’t seem to get filled to the point of panic. If that were the case then I guess I could just buy the tickets after reaching the place. So, now the only problem that remains would be… The confession.
In general, how should I go about confessing? What should be the trigger for me to mention it? Before or perhaps after the story? How to bring it?
Of course, I thought a lot about how I would say it, thinking about how Rumi felt. But in the first place, I was the man who couldn’t confess to Naori.
I don’t know if I have the confidence to do it in the first place.
Let’s put that thought off here for now. Let’s worry about that after the movie. I don’t know if anything fruitful will happen even if I think about it NOW.
Concentrate on enjoying the movie.
Even though I said earlier that there was no particular movie that I was eyeing, to be honest, there’s actually one that I am really looking forward to.
It is a time travel story popular only among the science fiction maniacs.
After all, no matter how old you become, you can’t just ignore those time travel stuff.
I’ve been watching the director’s movies for a long time, so I can understand why he is not that highly rated by non-SF enthusiasts.
The realistic setting and gadgets are wonderful, but the story all in all is just stale.
However, for science fiction movies, the setting itself is its life.
If I can enjoy that, I’m satisfied.
“So, what we gonna watch?”
Hearing the title of the movie I had decided upon, Naori giggled up a laugh.
“As I thought. You sure like those stuffs, don’t you? But in terms of time travel, ‘Back to the Future’ is the best, don’t you think? I don’t know any movie that can surpass that.”
“I agree with you on that. It’s synonymous with the movies that are listed by the movie lovers all around.”
“That’s exactly it. It’s worth more points than going around watching some badly named minor movie.”
“It’s good for subculture lovers like Naori.”
“I think Jun-kun’s the better sub-culture loving bastard, in my perception”
“Hey, there’s a limit to how bad your mouth can be. Generally, I don’t want to be told by the person pretending to be like a flower while naming the goldfish scooped in a game as Gulliver.”
“Huh? ‘Coin Locker Babies’ is absolutely a typical canon. If you can’t call it a masterpiece, then what do you even think is a masterpiece?”
With her brow wrinkled and her arms crossed, Naori distorted the corners of her mouth.
“I’m not blaming the book. I like it too. However, I’m Naori who pretends to be an anemone–“
“Datura!”
“Hey, that’s what I am talking about.”
Just in case, let me explain.
Datura is a poison, a weapon, and a motif that symbolizes destruction in the novel “Coin Locker Babies”.
Naori occasionally mentions it.
“You are being too noisy Trekkie. Don’t hit the Star Destroyer. Get that Sakicho’s pointy part stuck in thy head.”
Naori’s hair, which was tied in two under her ears, fluttered and danced on top of her chests. The twintails which can be classified as that belonging to the country style twintails by the Japan Twintail Association.
Before Rumi had her hair cut, she would often wear it in a ponytail, Naori on the other hand, always liked to tie her hair in two.
It’s somehow childish, cute, and suits Naori much, and I like that of her. I’ve always loved talking nonsense with Naori like this. Even though we come into contact with similar novels, movies, and animations, we often don’t like the same things. We’ve always been that way, and we’re still that way even now.
However, thanks to that, we can have a silly argument like this.
The Star Destroyer that Naori mentioned earlier is the name of the large enemy battleship that appears in Star Wars. It’s shaped like a sliced pizza.
Naori is a fan of Star Wars. So I respond likely. In response to ridiculing my favorite original author would be the ridiculing of her’s favorite original author. The context of our barren word quarrels.
“That kind of thing isn’t scary in front of the Enterprise’s photon torpedoes. Also, there’s even transporters.”
“Haa. That’s why Trekkie are. Just for anything and everything they would bring out that photon torpedoes and transporters… I don’t know if it was the gravitational waves or something similar, but that’s what I thought was the best SF. Just why did you become so closely related to my dad? Even though you are not his child.”
If I say what I wanted to say aloud, Naori will definitely get angry, So I refrained. But, if I were to be asked about my point of view, I feel Naori and Ojisan look extremely alike no matter how you look at them, they’re just like a parent and child.
It’s just that their mind and taste are different, but the tendencies are almost the same.
Besides, it wasn’t Uncle who got me interested in Star Trek, but rather it was Naori, but, the person in question doesn’t seem to realize it yet though.
Well. It’s obviously too much to ask to remember an incident that happened years ago now do we?
“I’m really grateful to uncle. He taught me a lot of wonderful things… And lastly, I don’t want to hear that from Naori who in the end, ends up relying on Force.”
Uncle and aunt treat me like their own son.
Even my parents love Rumi and Naori as if they were their own daughters.
Interactions between the parents with children of the same age still goes on, and doesn’t seem to end anytime soon.
It’s already been two years since my father was placed in a region away from his family.
He does come back on weekends, but well, he isn’t here on weekdays as expected.
My mother works as a nurse at a university hospital.
Of course, there are also night shifts.
Since I didn’t know how to cook, I was naturally invited to dinner by the Jinguji family.
End Of Chapter