Transition And Restart 422 Chapter One, 2018, Hatsumode: 7

'So he caught up with us in he end.' Yukio grinned. 'Man, that was outright evil of you!' He wondered how long Ryu had waited outside the restroom by the stairs before he understood Kuri wouldn't appear there.

Between bites of food Yukio looked at where Ryu and Kuri stood talking. He felt Kyoko's hand squeeze his and by now he knew her well enough to know how her smile threatened to spread into a grin without having to turn his head.

"He looks happy," she said, and Yukio heard how it already had.

He swallowed what he had in his mouth. "Don't you think he's had enough?"

Yukio felt Kyoko shake her head through her grip on his hand. "Urufu's your best friend. Ryu needs to learn to stay away."
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'But Kuri's your best friend. What about sabotaging their date?' "Kyoko, I'm good for now. I believe Ryu got the message."

Kyoko pulled his hand, forcing Yukio to turn and face her. A smidgeon of an ice cold gust gripped his neck when his m.u.f.fler came loose for a moment. "He hasn't. Maybe he never will." Her voice held a hardness Yukio wasn't used to hear.

"Give them a break, will you?" Yukio pulled Kyoko along with him and made some distance between them and Ryu. While Kyoko and Noriko were bound to come up with something sooner or later, Kuri and Ryu could at least enjoy the company of each other for now.

They caught up with Tomasu and Jeniferu and joined them in the queue to the shrine. Yukio glanced at Tomasu to see what he thought of the j.a.panese customs. Two years together with Urufu made Yukio look upon what was considered normal with new eyes. To his surprise Tomasu seemed perfectly unperturbed, but Jeniferu was giddy with excitement.

'Strange.' Yukio knew Tomasu hadn't lived in j.a.pan during his previous life. 'Ah, of course!' He had, however, worked as a professor teaching j.a.panese in Sweden. It made sense that kind of work included learning about j.a.panese culture as well as the language. 'Urufu says the New Year's celebrations is the big event for fireworks in Sweden.' Apparently it was in most of the western world.

"You done this before?" Yukio asked the couple ahead of him. He didn't direct the question to any of them, but given how Jeniferu bounced up and down in the queue he could guess about her answer.

Both of them turned and shook their heads. "I spent last year back home," Jeniferu said. "And you?" she added and looked at Tomasu.

He smirked and looked back. "What do you think?"

'Now that's oddly cold, man!'

Jeniferu didn't look taken aback at all. "With your personality I think you'd rather read about Hatsumode than taking part in it," she said.

He blushed.

'No, you didn't!' "Man, really?"

He blushed some more. "I didn't want to look like a foreign buffoon," Tomasu admitted. "Then I found out you were supposed to go with friends and family."

"So why didn't…." 'Oh, now that's just sad.' "Sorry I said anything."

Yukio watched Jeniferu cuddle up closer to her boyfriend. "You're among friends this year," she said.

Tomasu looked like he wanted to pull her even closer, but it was clear to Yukio how he restrained himself. 'So you're still fighting those memories. I hope you'll be able to move on.' "Yep, lots and lots of friends," he said in an attempt to banish the awkwardness.

Jeniferu threw him a grateful glance, bit her lower lip with a flash of determination in her eyes and stared at Tomasu's arms. Another gust of wind found its way between people in the queue and caught her hair. She dug in under his arms and hugged him close to her. It was cold, but not that cold.

'I admire your bravery.'

Kyoko squeezed Yukio's hand, and he knew she had seen as well. "Look, we're moving forward," she said. "Move on you idiot couple!" she added and dispelled the fears that had suddenly clung to the four of them.

"Thomas, we're getting behind," Jeniferu said and almost managed to lift her boyfriend from the ground.

'She's putting on a show of bravery, but man, she's doing a d.a.m.n good job at it.' While Yukio felt sorry for Jeniferu, he admire the strength that made her go on.

The queue moved a little, the four of them kept bantering and after quite some time it was Tomasu's and Jeniferu's turn for prayers. Yukio noted how Tomasu discretely instructed his girlfriend, and being the bright girl that she was she caught on without a hitch. The sound of hands clapping followed by the dull, metallic rasp of the bell went by as if they had been natives. After that it was Yukio's turn, and as he was most definitely a native he and Kyoko went through the motions without giving it all that much thought.

They stepped down, joined Tomasu and Jeniferu, and then Yukio turned to see if anyone else from their group had caught up with them in the queue. He saw none and decided to escort the three of them to a stall where they could have a little amazake to banish the cold.

Here the crowd thinned out, and Yukio had ample time to look for promising stalls. To his dismay the one he was looking for stood located side by side with where fortune slips were sold. That meant another queue.

'Guess we're getting both something to drink as well as our fortunes then.' "Kyoko?"

She followed where he was staring and nodded. "Fortune slips?" she asked the other two.

"Fortune slips?" Jeniferu asked.

Kyoko didn't answer and when Yukio was about to she tugged at his sleeve and shook her head.

"It's a tradition here," Tomasu said. "It's reminiscent of visiting an oracle."

"Oracle?"

'You just had to turn this into a display of academic prowess, did you?' "Tomasu, why don't you..." Once again Kyoko tugged at his sleeve, and Yukio fell silent.

"That's the origins of it anyway," Tomasu said. "Now it's just a cute ceremony where you buy yourself a yearlong personal horoscope."

Jeniferu frowned. "A year is a long time if you don't like what you read."

Tomasu hesitated a little. Then his face lit up in a grin. "If you don't like what you read I promise to tie your slip to the highest of those branches," he said and pointed at a tree growing just by the wooden wall to where most of the bad luck slips were already tied.

'You're a good man. She might not understand it all, but I bet she understood you just offered something only for her.'