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shiningwonderland · 11 months ago

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Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (Twitter: _mimisaurora)

Love End Memorial - I Shall Obey You Unconditionally

I was awakened by the morning light filtering through the shoji doors.

…It was a bit chilly.

I was startled by the thought. I’m feeling chilly?

I gradually became more alert and aware of the situation. I was not in my room but lying on a futon in a Japanese inn.

I normally sleep in a warmer manner, so it might make sense to feel cold sleeping in this way.

Despite the cold, the left side of my body felt pleasantly warm.

I brushed the hair out of her face and moved to look at her, finding her peacefully sleeping close to me.

“...Haruka.”

Right, I must have fallen asleep last night.

She seemed blissfully unaware that I had woken up, and continued to sleep soundly.

Moving… might wake her.

It was still too early to get up. I should just hold her in my arms for a while longer to keep warm.

That's what I would have liked, but Haruka's eyelids twitched slightly, my movement most likely disturbing her sleep.

“...Nn…”

Soon her eyes flutter open.

She was still not entirely awake, but will gather her bearings for a few moments.

“Are you up?”

“Ah!”

I called out to her and she snapped to look at me with an unexpected noise.

“C-Camus-senpai…?”

“...You’ve got quite the pipes.”

“S-Sorry…”

She was wide awake in a flash, and I was amused to see her blushing face.

“I thought I’d heard it all last night, but this one will keep me entertained for the foreseeable future.”

“Eh… Ah… Ugh…”

Haruka turned redder and redder. It was a delightful view, but then she started trying to obscure her face with the comforter.

…Now it’s cold.

“Don’t steal it all. I’m cold.”

“I-I’m sorry. B-But…”

“Give it here.”

I grabbed onto one of the edges of the comforter and pulled on it.

I don't usually feel the cold, and I didn't think I could stand it.

“B-But I…”

Haruka, who was normally a quiet girl, stood her ground and pulled back with a surprising amount of force.

We each grabbed a piece of comforter at each end, and tugged at it for a while.

“You dare defy me?”

“It was never my intention… but I can’t let you have this.”

“Guh… Give it up already.”

“Hn… No… I won't lose.”

Like children, we fought over the bedding in our room at the inn, bathed in the morning sun.

When it finally dawned on me, I couldn't help but smile, finding the whole scene oddly funny.

Haruka's hands momentarily relaxed their hold, perhaps surprised by my sudden smile.

I seized the opportunity to take the comforter away from her.

“Ah…”

“Hmph. Good. You have a cute face, so there's no need to hide.”

“H-Huh…!?”

Haruka was absolutely panicked. She’s so interesting.

I felt compelled to tease her a little more.

“But if I'm being completely honest, I wish you'd stayed asleep a little longer.”

“E-Excuse me?...”

“It’s not the first time I have caught you sleeping, but today you were especially adorable, and I would have liked to have been able to look at you longer.”

“!? H-H… H-Hold on….”

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

I knew what was flustering her, but decided to play innocent and ask anyway.

In spite of her confusion, she still answered honestly.

“No, I-It’s just that… hearing you say that I’m cute… It’s a bit… Please just stop making fun of me.”

“I didn't mean to make fun of you.”

I brushed the tip of her nose with my finger.

“I actually always found you to be cute.”

“Huh!?”

There's a new kind of noise again.

Her face certainly couldn’t get any redder and steam would probably start rising from her head if it could.

It was hilarious.

I broke out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, but it seemed like her little show was over.

How boring.

“Um…”

“What?”

When I asked, she hesitated a moment and then laid her head on my chest.

“I’m… happy.”

Hn…!!

It admittedly caught me somewhat by surprise.

I reached out and brushed her cheek, tightening up my expression so that she wouldn't realize how flustered I was, and I felt how tense she was.

“What is it?”

“Is it wrong for me to assume that you approaching me means you'd like me to touch you?”

“No… That’s not…”

“Hm. You're cute when you're like this, too.”

I took advantage of the opportunity to whisper in her ear, and she jerked.

“Ah, stop it already…”

“What can I say if it’s the truth? I’m a terrible liar, you know.”

“Guh… You’re… lying….”

“How rude. It saddens me to hear you doubt me like that.”

“I-I’m sorry….”

“Well then, you must admit it. Ah, right. You were even lovelier than usual last night.”

“Hn!!! Aaah, last night, that…”

Haruka, reminded of the night before, blushed profusely and tried to turn her back on me.

It would be a shame to miss out on seeing the look on her face, so I stopped her by holding her by the shoulder, and she looked like she was about to cry.

“L-Let go…”

“Is that an order?”

“No, it’s not…”

“Then I won’t.”

“But…”

“You've been jumpy for a while now. Don’t you feel comfortable when you're with me? It's a pity really, because I feel quite at ease with you.”

“D-Do you really…?”

“Hm?”

“For me… Whenever we spent time in the living room together, I found myself feeling very at home, so I do feel the same way.”

…She was being very earnest about this one, again.

I do remember how relaxing it was when Haruka would play the piano and I sat on the sofa to read books.

“Yeah, I enjoyed those moments too.”

“Now we… can enjoy our time together like that again in the future.”

“Mhm… I find it strange though that we're having this conversation at this point.”

Haruka beamed.

Finally, she smiles.

“I was so smitten with you that it was difficult to focus on anything. That's why it was a problem.”

“Oh… I-I’m…”

She tried to cover her face again and I held on to her hands to stop her.

“I told you not to hide.”

“Uh… But…”

“You think you stand a chance against my capabilities? ….Oh. Your fingers are beautiful.”

It was not the first time I had held them, but I never looked at them so intimately.

Her fingers were much slimmer and softer than mine.

I never imagined that the day would come when these hands would touch me like this, but one never knows.

“Your hands are so small… and yet you can masterfully play the piano with them.”

“Y-Yeah… Somehow…”

“You’re small too.”

“And you’re pretty big.”

“I'm a little afraid I might break you. It'll be tricky since I now have to bend down every time I want to kiss you.

“Uh… R-Right. I guess that’s true…”

Haruka blushes again.

I should get used to it by now.

“I-I'll just do my best to make myself taller so that I don't cause you too much trouble.”

“I’d… appreciate it.”

I reach out to touch her cherry-red cheeks and turn her to face me.

“Although… it wouldn't be a problem if we were lying down like this.”

Just as we were, I quietly brought my face closer to hers.

“Hyah!”

…Another interesting noise.

“...Now don’t take the blanket. It’s cold.”

Haruka snatched the comforter from me in an instant, covered herself completely with it, and did not come out.

I heard her muffled voice coming from under the cover.

“But… I’m embarrassed…. I can’t do it….”

“Hey.”

She wouldn’t budge no matter how I pulled on it.

…She leaves me no choice.

“....Please remove the blanket, Haruka-sama. Allow me to behold this flower's countenance.”

With a whisper, the entire comforter twitched.

I tried to tug on it, but she refused to come out.

“Do you intend to refuse to appear, like a goddess who hides behind a rock door? What should I do for you to show yourself to me? Shall I sing you a song?”

“...I do want to hear you sing. But… It won’t get me to come out…”

It was obvious she didn’t know how to respond. She really was so conscientious.

“...Do you hate this Camus so much that you don’t even want to look at him?”

The moment the words left my mouth, she removed the comforter.

“A-Absolutely not!”

“That's wonderful to hear.”

Smiling, I take the comforter.

Hmph. I warned her she was no match for me.

“I wouldn't be able to live with the thought of you hating me.”

“U-Um… I wish you would stop talking that way…”

“And why would that be?”

“You sound very sweet, and although it makes me happy, at the same time, it makes my back tickle.”

“...Oh.”

I used the chance to bring my face closer to breathe out her name on her back when she freaked out and resisted.

“A-And I'm also afraid that I might forget w-who the real Camus senpai is…”

“You say such interesting things. I've said before, both sides are me.”

“B-But…”

“If you don't understand, this is who I am. It's more fun this way. If you are ever unsure, just ask your heart.”

I looked her in the eye and asked slowly.

“Now. Please tell me. Is the person you see right now your beloved Camus?”

“Yes…”

“Very good. By the way, I believe I have told you how to compel me to do your bidding, correct?”

As a matter of fact, I've been a little frustrated for a short while now.

“Ah…”

I glared at her lightly, and with that, Haruka finally seemed to understand what I was trying to get across.

“Um… Please go back to your usual self, Cryzard.”

“Hm. Understood.”

I nodded and she immediately looked relieved. Interesting indeed.

“Well, then, now you'll do as I say.”

I place my hands on her waist and pull her close so that she won't cover herself with the comforter any more.

I looked into her eyes and asked gently.

“...Is this right?”

“Y-Yeah!? B-But…”

“It's a little chilly, so I'd appreciate it if you could hand me the coat over there.”

“Huh…? A-Ah, okay… You’re talking about the hanten over there, right?”

“Yes? What did you expect?”

There she goes with those expressions again.

Amused, I brought a hand to her chin and turned her to face me for a better view.

“Of course, you don't mind if it doesn't meet your expectations, do you?”

“I-I…”

“So what shall you do, Haruka?”

I slowly called her name and traced her cheek with my fingertip.

She seemed flustered, but eventually her eyes fluttered closed and she nodded her head.

...What a good girl.

I began to laugh-

And the comforter was pulled from behind me with a yank.

“...Who’s there?”

“Arf!”

I shifted my gaze and before I realized, I was looking at my dog, who was standing nearby.

“...It’s you, Alexander.”

He places a tennis ball he'd gotten from who knows where at his feet, wagging his tail happily.

“You want to play….? I’m kind of busy right now.”

“Bark!!”

“...”

Alexander, not wanting any complaints, pulled on the futon even more.

“You… were so thoughtful last night.”

I glare at him and he innocently turns his head.

When I turned away to ignore him, I was met with Haruka's worried gaze.

“Um… You should go.”

“No, but…”

Alexander continued his best to tug at the futon.

I felt puzzled, and Haruka smiled.

“I'm not going anywhere. We'll be together forever, won't we? Hm? Please go ahead and play with him, Cryszard.”

…Guh.

Now that she’s mentioned my name, I had no excuse but to obey.

“Understood. I’ll go.”

I gave a wry smile and nodded, Haruka smiled happily.

“Good. And Cryzard, after you finish playing with Alexander, have breakfast with me.”

“It would be a good time to do it. That would be fine with me.”

“Great. The food is known to be very delicious here, so I'm looking forward to it.”

“What? We stayed here a few days ago.”

“That’s the thing… I was worried about a lot of things then and…. Let’s just say I didn’t get to see what the food tasted like.”

I see.

We were in a bit of a predicament at the time.

“And also… Can I ask for one more thing? I’d like to walk around the inn and go back to the open-air bath one more time… Cryzard.”

“Hm… That will be easy.”

I was aware of how my gaze softened as I looked at her.

We have not only today, but the rest of our lives together, so I can fulfill that little wish any number of times. It will be granted.

“But that now makes four wishes... you may appear humble, but are really quite a selfish master.”

“I-I would never mean to… If you don’t want to, then don’t…”

“Don't get so easily shaken up by every little thing. If I'm to obey you, then be proud.”

Having been watching us, Alexander barked as if he’d finally lost his patience.

“Fine, I heard you. Let’s go play, Alexander. But first, bring me my clothes.”

“Arf!!”

After watching Alexander frolic away, Haruka and I looked at each other.

“Ah, that’s right. ….Cryzard.”

“Yes?”

“Good morning. I just realized I hadn’t said it to you yet.”

I watched as my beloved quickly bowed her head and I smiled once more.

“Of course. Good morning.”

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shiningwonderland · 11 months ago

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Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (Twitter: _mimisaurora)

Friend End Memorial - How to Quickly Heal Burns

“Huh? What’s that?”

I didn't understand what he was saying at first.

“Camus sounded like he was worried. Please don’t make me repeat myself, Ranmaru.”

He gave me a glance looking pretty annoyed, speaking pretty indifferently.

It was November.

We were in the studio together so I could record the bass for one of Ai’s songs.

It was when we were taking a break that the subject came up.

“I must admit, I was a little taken aback myself. I didn't suspect that even Camus could panic.”

“I remember him being pissed when there was a hidden camera in the dressing room.”

“Oh, yes, I do recall that happening.”

It was part of the show's plan, but Camus must have been pissed because he was putting on a character for work, and it would have hurt his career to have his true personality broadcast.

“He looks pretty collected, but he's prone to getting worked up, isn't he?”

I sometimes hear stories about how he sometimes breaks his stupid little butler character in the middle of a job.

I'm almost impressed how nobody outside the agency has figured out how he really is.

“But this… it’s different from that incident.”

“Huh?”

“He mentioned there was a burn and wanted to know what to do to make it heal faster.”

“That guy burned himself?”

“No, not Camus. It was someone he knew.”

I see.

“I then asked him why he didn’t take them to the hospital, but he clarified that the person who’d burn themselves insisted they were fine, and that it would be difficult to take them anyway.”

“Then, you should just drop it.”

If this person says they were fine, it doesn’t give everyone else the right to start babbling about it.

“Alright…”

Ai’s brows furrow as he thought, clearly not convinced of something.

“Is it common human behavior to worry and fret over others as if it were happening to you?”

…What was that all of a sudden?

“It’s not?”

“Well… Maybe.”

“That in itself is fascinating to me, but I never considered Camus to be capable of such feelings, so this is taking me a bit of time to process.”

“...Right.”

“I always considered Camus to be rather irregular.”

“Then, your impression was wrong.”

“Well… That may be true. What about you?”

“Me?”

“Do you ever get so consumed with worry over other people?”

“Not at all.”

I just wanna be done with this nonsense.

When I tried to reach for the bass guitar, the corners of his lips lifted a little.

“Of course, because you’re a “lone rockstar”.”

“You brat… are you looking for a fight?”

“No way. I wouldn't waste my time like that.”

Finally, the conversation ended.

Or so I thought.

“I assumed Camus was someone who didn't care much for others, but I guess he can sound panicked too... “

Ai was still going on and mumbling to himself, as if he still had something on his mind.

“I don’t understand.”

“Is it possible for a person's nature to change along the way?”

“What could trigger such a thing?”

“Camus lies so much to begin with that it's difficult to choose which pieces of data are reliable.”

“And speaking of unknowns, I wonder what is causing the occasional drop in temperatures observed in the surrounding area.”

…This guy was a complete mystery too.

“Don’t know. Now stop wasting your breath and let’s have a go at this one more time.”

I could still hear him mumbling, but I didn't care, I got up as quickly as I could.

... although I say that.

Thinking back on it afterwards, I really couldn't picture Camus panicking for anyone else.

I remember my earlier conversation with Ai on the way back home from the studio.

He's the kind of guy who considers everyone but himself and his queen to be pests. The sight of him worrying about others is beyond the limits of my imagination.

It's much easier to picture something else.

Like an alpaca standing on its head.

Or a hamster eating ramen noodles.

Who is he even worried about, anyway?

Camus probably doesn't owe Shining a thing, and it’s not like he gets along with his junior.

“I never… hear anything about his family.”

If this “earl” thing is true and not a farce, then it probably means he ain’t got much family left, since the title is something that’s inherited.

Could it be a pet, then?

Doesn’t he have one? A cat, or dog…

Horse?

But how the hell would a horse get burned?

“Is it… that woman?”

Then it hit me.

The composer who always stuck around the guy.

He mentioned they were together on the day we had dinner at his place.

I didn’t buy it because it smelled fishy.

But thinking about it now, that day, when I had spilled oolong tea on myself and we started talking, Camus flipped his lid.

“....”

He’s always in a pissy mood, but he’s been in an especially sour one whenever we talk to her….

“...Is the Earl is jealous? Camus is seriously in love with her.”

If I told Reiji and the others, they’d eat this up.

But I won’t because that would get too annoying.

But holy shit, I can’t believe it.

Camus?

I mean, I’ve come across plenty of composers, and I have to admit that woman has some talent.

She may even be a decent person compared to some of the other women out there.

But she’s so average.

She does not seem at all like the kind of woman Camus would be into.

In fact, why are they even living together?

How did this come to happen between the two of them?

The only thing in common between them is that they're partners.

I guess he prefers modest types like her?

It doesn't suit him.

“This… is stupid. What am I even thinking about?”

Once I'd collected myself, my stomach rumbled.

“That reminds me… I’m starved.”

I guess it's no good being hungry, because when you are, all you can think about is stupid things.

“I’m… going to go eat.”

I lightly scratched my head and turned my feet toward my apartment.

I don't care about other people.

As long as it doesn't affect my work.

I'm just going to sing my own song.

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