Transition And Restart 102 Chapter Three, 2016, Field Trip Revised: 9

Maybe he had pushed the kids a bit too hard, especially those who were really the age they looked. Still, with the Red Rose situation brewing he couldn't afford doing anything else. The suicide was unexpected, even if he secretly was satisfied with the outcome. Rapists deserved death. Simple as that.

Nakagawa looked out through the window and saw how the fas.h.i.+on shoot wrapped up for lunch. Around him the dining hall filled up with their middle management guests and through the door opening to the lobby he saw the Matsumoto kid run up the stairs to his room. 'Yukio, was it? Yes, I think so.'

The Wakayama twins went straight for his table with the sister giving her brother a bewildered look. 'You kids aren't supposed to sit here. Ah, my bad, you're not the kids right now, you're in charge of today's events.' The brother apparently had a much keener sense of the social game than his sister.

He greeted the twins as they arrived. Today they were colleagues, not princ.i.p.al and students.

"Sensei."

"Wakayamsan." It felt strange to address one of his students as a peer.

Further back in the hall the Takeida girl stood searching for her friends among the tables with a forlorn expression in her face. Nakagawa rose and waved to her. "Matsumoto-san is upstairs on an errand," he said to save her some face.

She turned and gave him a surprised look. Then she must have seen the twins seated at the table and hesitantly walked up to them.

"Ryu, have you seen Kuri-chan?" Takeidsan looked at Nakagawa after asking the question. "Sensei," she added and bowed.

To his right Ryu smiled and nodded. "She should be coming back from the beach soon enough. I had Yukio check up on Urufu." Then he turned his head and looked Nakagawa straight in his face. "I'm out of tricks. If Yukio doesn't manage to get Urufu down here I don't know what we'll do."

"That makes for an interesting dilemma, wouldn't you say," Nakagawa said. There wasn't much else he could do. When duty called, and when friends were in trouble, Hammargren would either rise to shoulder the burden, or he was so deeply traumatised by his experience that they'd have to call in experts.

A waiter came with their food and all four of them started to eat. It gave Nakagawa some time to think about what had happened and give it some context.

'And I can only wait and see. Ten years since As.h.i.+gsan arrived and we failed so badly at bringing out his full potential.' That was a sobering thought. Meddling was needed, but in As.h.i.+gsan's case it had been the new arrivals who forced him make a stand. Infuriating as his pranks were Nakagawa still preferred to see his old student having a direction in his life once again.

"Is there anything I can do if we have a situation?" Nakagawa asked. He wouldn't be party to actively cras.h.i.+ng Hammargren's fledgling business, if avoidable.

The Wakayama girl gave him a stare. "Sorry, sensei, but I doubt it," she said between mouthfuls. "I don't know what your speciality is, but I doubt it involves proactive processing in an event driven environment. After all our educational system can hardly be called a complex ecosystem."

Nakagawa stared at her. 'Hammagren, what are you doing to our kids? Changing j.a.pan, starting with this school, you said?' "That's a novel standpoint," he observed in lack of anything else to say.

At that time Matsumoto-san arrived with a frown on his face. He went straight for their table without a semblance of hesitation.

"Yukio?" Takeidsan asked and glanced at Nakagawa just as she blushed a little. She looked as if she couldn't decide whether to be happy to see what so painfully obviously was her boyfriend again or be worried about the message he brought.

"Sorry, but he's not coming down here."

"What do we do now?" Takeidsan asked after sharing an exchange of looks with Matsumoto-san. "Where does he want us instead?"

'What are they talking about? And they don't seem very worried.'

Matsumoto-san shrugged and combed his hair with his fingers. "He didn't say, but we can't use the dining-hall anyway. The rest of the bunch are coming down the mountain for late lunch, and after that I guess they're off for the beach."

"Yukio, sit down and eat. I'll handle it. As long as Urufu says he'll run the afternoon events I really don't care what he's planned," the Wakayama brother said and downed his gla.s.s of soda. "Besides, it's supposed to be our field trip." He smirked. "I guess I could run another walking talking session, but I'll keep it beach side."

The Wakayama twins grinned, and Nakagawa saw how their worries ran off them. With the vigour of youth they started devouring their food, and there was very little conversation around the table after that.

Somehow they kids had communicated that everything was fine, and even though the 'how and what' of that communication eluded him, Nakagawa satisfied himself with trusting their a.s.sessment of the situation.

He had another promise to take care of, one he had given to Agerman. Thinking back on how As.h.i.+gsan developed over the years since his arrival her request made sense, even though Nakagawa was certain she had nothing to worry about. Still, hearing that from a medical expert would be the best way to feel secure.

With a sigh he rose from the table and went in search for As.h.i.+gsan. He wanted someone he trusted to handle the logistics before he took a taxi to the local airport.

With Hammargren back in action and Agerman never out of it he felt rea.s.sured the Red Rose situation could be contained at least until school started again. After that all bets were off and with this year's arrival experiencing personal h.e.l.l in that rat hole Nakagawa could only hope that the problems could be resolved during autumn. After that it would be touch and go with him going into forced retirement.

But first he had that promise to keep. For the first time in over twenty years he was going to ask the enemy for help. They owed him anyway. They had as little interest as he with the direction things were taking at Red Rose, but they were just too involved with that school to afford getting involved with some dirty problem solving.