On the departed train, I went to the usual carriage.
The aisle was narrow, and the train was shaking, so it was really difficult for me to walk.
But so what?
If the paths have been paved for me, I won’t be able to reach the place i want to reach.
Today, I’m going to pursue the matter,
“Your bastard! Why did you forgive me! You were nearly killed by me!–Answer me!”
I didn’t care whether I was on the train.
No way would i miss out this chance again.
Once I was done walking down the large carriage, I reach the deck where the toilet and washroom were.
It was here when I once committed a sin.
That thereafter, the person I wanted to kill saved me.
So to know the reason, I entered the carriage sensei was waiting in.
“Ah! You’re here! I’m talking on the phone! My ticket’s on the seat! If the conductor drops by, please take over!”
And then, with a smartphone in hand, he passed me by, ducked into the deck, and vanished before my eyes.
Since it was something I could do nothing about, I leaned my back on the seat, and waited.
The empty windowside seat to my left had a bag and the ticket on it, so I took care of them for him. Of course, I would never peek into his bag on my own volition again.
Soon after, a middle-aged male conductor came to check the tickets, and I showed two.
Sensei did not return in a while, but he could not have hoped out from the moving train, so I could deal with waiting for minutes, dozens even. There’s two and a hour hours until the destination.
I guess the call was from the editor. No way was I ridiculous enough to disturb others at work all because I had something important to discuss.
There’s no need for me to panic. No matter how long it takes, I’ll wait. So I waited patiently, pondering over the choice of words, and waiting for that moment.
So another five, ten minutes passed.
Sensei returned to my side while I was leisurely waiting.
I stood up to let him pass through. Once I saw his face, I was rather surprised, saying,
“Wh-what is it…?”
Sensei’s face was as pale as a corpse.
What’s with him?
Not feeling well again? But his face was really pale.
Sensei stumbled forward, and took his bag, sitting down.
“I forgot…I forgot!”
He said, and took out his computer from his bag.
He tossed his backpack aside, and placed it on his thighs, opened it, switched it on, and the monitor flickered.
“What is it?”
I tidied my hair, and sat down again. I asked the same question, and sensei’s neck turned to the right like a rusted machine.
Looking really pale, sensei said,
“I forgot a join…the really short story of ‘Vice Versa’ that was to be submitted by yesterday…it was supposed to be published on the digital ‘Dengeki Bunko Magazine’…”
“Actually, the deadline was supposed to be Tuesday…the editor-in-charge delayed the deadline, but I forgot about it…”
“I haven’t written a line…if I don’t go all out to focus on writing, it’ll be a mess …it’ll be really, really bad…”
“Sorry Nitadori! I got to work! I’m going to focus on writing before we reach Tokyo.”
I could have seen his password, but he entered it anyway, and stared at the watch.
And then, once he booted the word software, he stared at the screen as he kept typing.
What’s with this situation?
What does he mean?
Is he asking me to ‘disturb sensei and keep asking! Don’t care about the deadline!’ or something?
No, of course not.
I am not so insensitive.
On the ride that lasted more than two and a half hours, sensei spent two hours and twenty minutes typing at the keyboard.
And I remained seated by the side.
Sometimes, I would glance to the side, and see the words on the screen accelerate at an astounding rate, but I never rad it.
This time, I bought some consomme flavored chips, but I could not hand them to him in this situation.
I had checked the script an umpteenth time.
From time to time, I would check on sensei’s sidelong face, and he looked grim and desperate.
I guess it’s a rare experience to be able to personally witness a professional author at work.
If not for this being the day it happened–
“Ooh, so this is how ‘Vice Versa’ is written!'”
As a fan, I might be able to enjoy this.
Fifteen minutes before the train arrived at the terminal,
“F-finally done…sent a message for the editor to check. We’ll have a meeting immediately after the After Record, should be fine…”
Sensei finally spoke up after two hours of silence.
This is great, really great.
But do I have to give up this week and wait another week?
You got to be kidding.
I decided to ask on this day. I brought along my weapon primed for this purpose.
So i thought, what should I do, what should I do.
And then, I thought of something.
I got up, pulled along Miss Akane seated next to me, passed through the automatic door and towards the deck.
“Is there something…? Milady?”
Miss Akane showed a rare surprised look,
“Let’s called aunty!”
And so I whispered sharply.