Book Girl and the Scribe Who Faced God, Part 2 by Mizuki Nomura

Author:Mizuki Nomura [Nomura, Mizuki]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Young Adult, Fiction, Fantasy
Publisher: Orbit
Published: 2014-01-21T05:00:00+00:00

In the end, it still wasn’t clear what had happened to Ryuto.

When I visited Maki at her workroom in the music hall after school—“Oh really? Hmmph. Was he that messed up, the little boy?”—she opined haughtily as she faced the canvas and moved her paintbrush.

“Well, he’s always doing whatever his whim tells him and acting flippantly. It’s obnoxious. So it’s good for him to knock his head against a wall and spray some blood around every now and again. Otherwise he’d just turn into an even more intolerable punk.”

She was being free with her opinions, even though he was supposedly the father of the child inside her. When I asked whether Ryuto had been there, she replied, “If he had, I would have chased him off,” and so I was at a loss.

“I wonder why men are such wastes of humanity. They’re almost always as fragile as they are swaggering. They crumble in a second. I’m going to be angry if he goes into hiding or dies on me. What a pain.”

Her eyes bugged with anger, and she seemed pretty annoyed.

“Umm, Ryuto’s not dying, though.”

Takeda was one thing, but why did Maki have to take the conversation in unnecessary directions? Though on Saturday night, Ryuto had certainly been as feeble as a sick, cast-off puppy when he huddled outside the gate of my house.

“No, I’m talking about another idiot.”

“Another…?”

In a dark voice, Maki muttered, “Tamotsu Kurosaki.”

I gasped.

“He’s pretty much stopped eating since Hotaru died. He looks like a skeleton. Because of which he’s destroying his company. There aren’t enough words for how pathetic he’s become.”

I recalled the stormy, tragic love when I saw her rage-filled gaze.

Heathcliff without Catherine…

He had been the guardian of the young girl named Hotaru Amemiya, had been her uncle by marriage and her lover, as well as her father. The last time I’d seen him was the day of her funeral.

Skeletal, a stubbly beard on his face, his sunken eyes flickering with agony and despair that could never heal… That day, he had been the very image of Heathcliff wandering the moors in search of a fragment of his soul.

He had committed an unforgivable crime.

He had looked as if even he didn’t hope for salvation any longer. Like a ghost, simply waiting endlessly through hunger and thirst for the end of the world to come.

“That man… has abandoned his business, secluded himself in his mansion, and has been starving himself to death. Despite the fact that he killed someone to seize the company and did plenty of dirty stuff to make it grow. It looks like it’s going to be taken over by another company. And still he doesn’t have the energy to fight! If he dies like that, Hotaru would turn in her grave.”

I gulped at her scathing tone. Her eyes, glaring fixedly at the canvas, burned like fire.

“I’m serious.” Maki groaned, gripping the paintbrush so hard that she shook, and then she shouted spitefully, “You think I’m gonna sit by and let him die?! I slapped him until my hands swelled up, over and over, punishing him.

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