For the whole week, I treasured this ticket as my most precious thing. Like a little girl waiting for something expected for a long time, I even couldn't stop smiling when I talked with my guests. Makoto-san once said, “Miki-chan likes smiling more than before. There must be something nice happening.”
The three bad girls left the club. I had no friend there as before, but fortunately, nobody bullied me again. Ishikawa-san said nothing about that day’s event. To her, it seemed that nothing had happened. At that time, I guessed she must be nice inside but cold outside.
I got the second month salary, a little bit more than that of the last month. But I still couldn't pay off the debt before the deadline at this speed. 2 billion, it was like a burden heavily loaded on my shoulder, and made me feel exhausted, both body and soul.
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Chapter Six A coincidence
Even today, I still love you.
I got two home tutor positions from a job-agency, which meant I had to make full use of all my spare time to make money. The children of the two families were sick at home, but wished not to miss any class so that they could pass the university entrance examination. I went to their home on Saturday and Sunday to teach them English, each child two hours from 9 a.m. to 11 a.m. and 1 p.m – 3 p.m.
“Hey~Fujimoto Hime~” I heard a familiar voice behind me, “Genki desu ka?”
I nodded, and bowed to the owner of the voice --- Yoshizawa Hitomi.
“Don't be so formal, lady~” she smiled to me, like sunshine.
I could say anything for the present.
“Ha~~~I am exhausted!” she said, and lay down on the grass beside me, “Next Sunday, we’ll have a match with another team, would you like to come?” she took out a ticket.
“May I ?” I was quite surprised, for I’d never thought she would invited me.
“Of course!”
“What time?” I took the ticket.
“Three o’clock in the Central stadium.”
“I will!” I said overexcitedly. “But I have to be late for the match by 20 minutes or a little longer, because I have to teach a girl English till 3 that day.”
“Daijobu~da~yo~”She closed her eyes, murmuring something like “Sunset is really beautiful…” I just sat beside her, unable to take my eyes away from her face. So silent, so harmonious, so…lovely…with the big Number 10 in the front of her shirt.
I finished my 1-to-3 o’clock tutor and hurried to the bus station, wishing I could get there earlier than I expected. I had to say I was really happy and that was the very emotion in charge of me for the whole week. Thank goodness! I got there at 3:25, so at least, I could enjoy the part of the first half. I saw the enormous electronic bill-board. On that was the present score. Tokyo University was inferior. 1:0. Under the figure 1 was the name of Yoshizawa Hitomi. Thought I felt pitiful not seeing her goal, I still felt excited. I could imagine how excited the supporters would be when she kicked this goal.
She was born to catch people’s eyes. I stood there, deeply attracted by her every action, running, passing, shooting, or even, sweeping sweat.
“Yoshizawa Senpei is soooooooo cool~~~~~~~~”
“She was so perfect!!
“Yoshizawa Senpei~Fight on~!”
I heard the audience of our university talking about her.
“Yoshizawa Senpei Aishiteru~!!” a boy shouted.
“You have no chance~!” another boy said, “she never accepted any boy, at least, in our school.”
“Eh~~you mean she doesn't have boyfriend?” some girls broke into the conversation.
“She has. She said to all of her admirers that she has got her beloved one. But nobody knows who the lucky guy is.” He explained.
“Wow~a secret~!”
“Mystery!!”
“I wonder who is that lucky guy~!!”
She had boyfriend! The reality like a thunder stroke me suddenly. Well, she was so excellent, no wonder so many admirers followed her.
“Yoshizawa Senpei!~!!!!!!” I heard them shouting in a worried voice, and turned my attentions back to the match. She was laying on the ground, very painful and suffering. The blood was running out of her nose.. The team doctor and stuff carrying the stretcher rushed into the ground. They put her on it and took her out of the ground.
MY GOD!!! DAMN IT!!!
I turned back and rush to the locker. My feeling at that time was wild beyond my description! I was worried about her, and even I felt my own body painful at the same time.
I forgot in fact I didn't know where the locker room was. I ran in the stadium like a blind fly. I saw they took her on the ambulance and drove away through a window.
GOD, I beg you! I beg you! Help her!
I cried alone. ALONE.
(to be continued)