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ลำดับตอนที่ #32 : VOLUME 5 – CONNECTED FEELINGS extra file: illicit love
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psychic detective yakumo novel translation
VOLUME 5 – CONNECTED FEELINGS
extra file: illicit love
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This happened on the way back from Nagano –
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The case was over, so Yakumo and I were at Nagano Station to return to Tokyo.
Keiko had dropped us off at the station. Since there was some time before the Shinkansen started, so we were just passing the time.
I spotted a cafe near the traffic circle, so we walked there.
It was a small shop, with log tables and jazz playing in the background.
Because Yakumo was using a crutch, we took the table closest to the entrance and had a breather.
Now that I think about it, that was the first time I went to a cafe with Yakumo.
Whenever I was with Yakumo, it was always in the middle of a brutal incident, so we almost never had chances to talk leisurely.
Something like this wasn’t bad every once in a while.
I asked for hot cocoa from the employee who had come by to take our orders.
‘Ice coffee and a chocolate parfait,’ said Yakumo with a disinterested yawn. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
'Who’s going to eat that?’
'I ordered it. Of course I’m going to eat it,’ said Yakumo matter-of-factly as he crossed his arms.
'Yes, but…’
– It doesn’t suit you at all.
I thought those words, but I didn’t say them aloud. Yakumo would have definitely said something like 'Don’t force your preconceptions onto me’.
'Sorry…’
When I accidentally overheard that voice, I looked towards the seat next to ours.
A woman who looked to be in her late twenties was looking down.
Opposite her, there was a man of about the same age. His eyes looked sad as he sighed, like he had given up on everything.
The atmosphere was suffocating. They were probably breaking up.
I felt like I’d seen something I wasn’t supposed to, so I hurriedly looked away.
But Yakumo –
'Wait, Yakumo-kun.’
I unconsciously pulled at Yakumo’s sleeve.
Yakumo was looking at the two of them like he was watching a scene from a drama.
'Quiet. I can’t hear,’ said Yakumo quietly.
There were some people who would eavesdrop on other people’s love affairs, but I hadn’t thought Yakumo would be one of them.
It couldn’t be called a good hobby.
'I understand how you feel,’ said the man, his face as stiff as a Noh mask.
'I’m really sorry…’
After the woman said that, she stood up and left the cafe, hiding her face.
'What are you doing? Hurry up and chase after her.’
Yakumo pointed at the cafe entrance which the woman had left through.
'Eh, me?’
'Who else?’
'But…’
'Bring her back here. He wants that too.’
I was confused.
Yakumo probably meant the man sitting in the next seat when he said 'he’, but if he really wanted that, he could just chase after her himself. It wasn’t a problem for us to involve ourselves in.
'Hurry up.’
– Even if you say that.
'How am I supposed to bring her back?’
'Just tell her that Shinichirou-san told her to come back.’
Yakumo ran a hand through his hair in his irritation as he spoke quickly.
I reluctantly left the shop.
Once I left the cafe, I spotted the woman immediately.
She was standing at the bus stop in front of the station gates with her head hung. Her shoulders looked so weak that might collapse at any moment.
She’s crying –
I thought that as I walked towards her back.
To be honest, I don’t know what to say in situations like this. But –
'Excuse me…’
When I called out to her, the woman turned around with a surprised expression on her face.
When I saw her eyes, wet with tears, I couldn’t say anything.
An awkward silence continued.
The wind howled.
'Shinichirou-san wants you to come back…’
I remembered what Yakumo said and finally put just that into words.
However, the woman didn’t react the way I thought she would to those words. She bit her lip and glared at me. Her cheek was twitching.
I really shouldn’t have stuck my nose into a stranger’s love life.
'Er… that’s just what I was asked to say…’
'Shinichirou died half a year ago!’ shouted the woman in tears, drowning out my voice.
That pressure made me stiffen.
I’d been sure that Shinichirou was the man from earlier.
– Tell me that earlier.
I buried my dissatisfaction with Yakumo in the pit of my stomach and bowed my heard towards her.
'Sorry. I didn’t know…’
'Why…’
The woman’s confused voice reached my eyes.
'Eh?’
I looked up at the woman’s face again.
'Why do you know his name?’
There was no way I could answer that question. I had just heard it from Yakumo.
'I heard it from him.’
I turned around at the voice and saw Yakumo standing there.
'Heard it from him…’
The woman furrowed her brow as she parroted Yakumo’s words.
'Yes. He has been standing there since earlier.’
Yakumo expressionlessly pointed his crutch behind the woman.
The woman turned around, but after she confirmed that nobody was there, she glared at Yakumo with a red face.
She probably thought she was being made fun of.
'Yakumo-kun can see them. The spirits of the dead. That is, ghosts…’
I told the woman that.
I don’t know if she’ll believe me. But –
'You’re lying.’
The woman shook her head, like she didn’t want to hear what I was saying.
Yakumo sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
'It was an accident.’
'Eh?’
The woman’s eyes went wide at Yakumo’s sudden words.
'Shinichirou-san said that he wouldn’t forgive you that day.’
'Why… do you know that?’
'Like I said, Shinichirou-san is standing behind you. He told me that.’
Yakumo’s eyes narrowed.
'Really…’
The woman’s mouth was agape like a goldfish seeking oxygen.
'Yes. After he broke up with you, Shinichirou-san was in a motorcycle accident. It was a direct impact.’
'That wasn’t an accident…’
The woman covered her teary face with her hands.
'It was a suicide. That’s what you think.’
The woman didn’t respond to Yakumo’s words. All Haruka could hear was her crying voice.
'That was honestly an accident. He tried to avoid a cat that suddenly ran onto the road and hit another car.’
'But… it’s my fault…’
The woman was sobbing.
Tears fell from between her palms as she covered her eyes.
'Shinichirou-san says that isn’t true. He noticed that you and Masayuki-san were attracted to each other.’
'Eh?’
The woman raised her tearstained face.
'He thought that he had to make you break up with him, but on that day, he was led by his emotions and said that he wouldn’t forgive you.’
'I…’
'After he broke up with you, he always regretted that. Even after he died in the accident…’
I understood the gist of it after Yakumo had explained this much.
Shinichirou and the woman had been lovers, but the woman fell in love with someone else. That was probably the man who was in the cafe earlier.
Then – after they broke up, Shinichirou died in a traffic accident.
The woman was left behind with Shinichirou’s final words – I won’t forgive you – and thought he had committed suicide. She had felt guilty of that crime ever since.
But –
'Shinichirou-san wants you and Masayuki-san to be happy.’
'That can’t be true.’
The woman’s body was shaking, like she couldn’t believe it.
'You and Masayuki-san were both his precious friends…’
'I can’t do it.’
The woman’s shoulders heaved as she took deep breaths.
Her tightly gripped fists appeared to be filled with anger towards herself.
A bus passed through the traffic circle. Its doors opened.
'Miho.’
Masayuki, the man who had been in the cafe, walked towards them as if drawn there by something.
The woman looked up.
Her gaze was shaking. She was confused.
The person she loved was in front of him. She wanted to leap into his arms even now. But she had a weight stopping her from doing that.
– I won’t forgive you.
The words of her past lover had bound her heart like a curse.
Yakumo seemed exasperated as he ran his fingers through his hairs. Then, he grabbed the woman’s arm and pulled her close to him.
She looked taken aback as she raised her head.
'As long as you drag your feet like this, Shinichirou-san can’t rest in peace.’
'Eh?’
'Just like you, he feels guilty. Because of his words, you can’t advance…’
'I…’
Yakumo didn’t let her finish speaking.
He pushed her back so she fell forward.
She lost her balance and fell into Masayuki’s chest.
The two of them looked at each other, frozen. It was like time had stopped.
They seemed to be talking each other silently.
'Let’s go.’
Yakumo yawned as he said that.
'Wait…’
I really wanted to know how the two of them were going to fair. Leaving now would be like missing the last episode of a drama.
'I did what I was asked. That’s enough,’ said Yakumo, looking at the bus stop.
My eyes followed his. All I could see was a pole with a display for arrival times, but Yakumo must have seen Shinichirou’s spirit there.
The bus shut its doors and drove off.
'Don’t be so slow.’
Yakumo started walking unsteadily with his crutch.
'Wait a second.’
I hurriedly followed after him.
I thought that Yakumo was going to head for the station, but he went back to the cafe we were at earlier.
Somehow or other, a lot of time had passed. They didn’t have the time to leisurely drink tea.
'Hey, the Shinkansen’s going to leave soon.’
'Look at your watch.’
'Eh?’
I hurriedly turned my eyes to my wristwatch.
It was the departure time.
I heard the bell announcing the train’s departure.
When I looked up at the train station, I saw the Shinkansen, which was about to leave. There was no way they’d make it in time.
We weren’t in a rush to get home anyway, so talking with Yakumo leisurely like this wasn’t bad either.
'If you don’t hurry, the cocoa’s going to get cold,’ said Yakumo.
'Eh!? You didn’t cancel the order?’ I complained, half-jogging after Yakumo who had walked ahead.
Before I went into the cafe, I turned around and saw the two of them, still looking at each other.
I wanted to find out how they were going to work things out after this, but – well, it’s fine.
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