Chapter Four:
A Strange Beauty:
Atticus
couldn’t sleep last night. He seemed distracted at home.
“What’s
wrong, dear?” Aoi asked. Her husband looked up.
“Huh?”
Atticus asked. Aoi and the kids stared at him. The man nervously laughed.
“Oh,” he
said.
“Are you
feeling okay?” Aoi asked.
“Uh… yeah,
yeah,” Atticus said.
“Long day?”
she asked.
“Yeah,” he
said. “Excuse me. Thanks for dinner.” Atticus bowed his head and set down his
chopsticks.
“Honey?” Aoi
asked. Atticus stood up and walked out of the dining room. He disappeared down
the hall and closed the door of his room. Meanwhile Aoi sat at the table with a
worried look on her face.
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The next
morning put Atticus in a weird place. His body went through the motions. Got up,
showered, brushed his teeth, got dressed, and ate breakfast. He looked so out of
it. Aoi wished that she could help him.
“Honey,
what’s wrong? Talk to me,” she pleaded. Atticus gave her a tired look. He didn’t
speak. The man barely ate.
“I’m leaving
now,” Atticus said as he walked to the front door.
“Have a good
day,” Aoi said. Atticus walked out the door. He could already guess how this day
would play out.
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The trading
company looked more active than it always had in years. Atticus looked at the
people walking around. He seemed to come to life if only for a second. So far,
she wasn’t in sight. But what would she even look like? He only had a name.
Sonohara Hiroka. Why did she reach out to him?
“Obuchi!”
Atticus heard. He turned his head. Murakami flagged him down.
“Can we get a
little help here?” he asked.
“Uh… sure,”
Atticus said. He dashed over to the supply closet. Murakami and two more men
were carrying out boxes.
“What are we
doing?” Atticus asked.
“We’re
getting this place ready for the Osakan branch coming today,” Murakami said.
Atticus stood with a blank stare for a moment. His colleague raised an eyebrow.
“Obuchi?” he
asked. “Hello? Hello?” The man waved his hand in front of Atticus’ face.
“You still
here? Hello? Hello? Murakami asked. Atticus jumped back with a gasp.
“Huh?” he
asked. His colleague gave him a strange look.
“Are you
okay?” Murakami asked. Atticus blinked.
“Huh? Oh.
Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I’m fine.” His colleague gave him an odd look.
“Get it
together man,” Murakami said. “Today is really important.” Atticus slowly
nodded.
“Yeah,” he
said. His coworker handed him a stuffed box.
“Here,” he
said. “Take this to the conference room.”
“Okay,”
Atticus said. He turned and walked down the hall. The man shook his head. What
is going on with me?
By ten, the
Osakan company car pulled up in the parking lot. The staff stood outside,
waiting. An old man in a kimono stepped out of the car. Two men and a woman
stepped out. The boss bowed.
“Welcome to
Tokyo, manager,” he said. The company men all bowed. Atticus’ eyes stayed on
that woman. She didn’t seem to notice him. Something about her looked so
familiar. The shape of her face stirred something in his memories. Everyone went
inside.
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Lunchtime
rolled around. Atticus headed out the door like he always did. What did Aoi pack
for him today?
“Atticus-kun?” a woman asked. He turned as he walked out the door. The woman
stood inches from him. She smiled and waved. Atticus stood, blinking.
“Do I know
you?” he asked. The sun seemed to dance around this woman.
“It’s me,
Hiroka,” she said. “We were in homeroom in junior high together. You always
looked so lonely. How have you been?”
“Fine, I
guess…” His eyes shifted back and forth. “You?”
“I’m doing
great,” Hiroka said. She ran over and hugged him.
“I missed you
so much,” she said. Atticus gave off an uncomfortable titter. He looked around
for help. Just his luck no one was in sight. Maybe he should push her off…
But then, he
paused. What was that smell? Atticus’ eyes trailed downwards.
“Is that…
perfume?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” she
said. Hiroka looked up at him. That light criticus and cinnamon scent woke up
all of his memories. Atticus’ jaw dropped.
“Hiroka…
-chan?” he asked.
“That’s me,”
the woman said. Atticus couldn’t move anymore.
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Meanwhile, the phone rang at the Obuchi apartment.