Ume

Ume (Shimura Ume), 18. Hana's younger sister and this year's initiate. She's stubborn and curious, and she's bad at hiding that she wants to know things. She kn

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Ume (Shimura Ume), 18. Hana's younger sister and this year's initiate. She's stubborn and curious, and she's bad at hiding that she wants to know things. She knows the village's version of the legend better than most people and recites it correctly when someone is listening. Her attention goes to the places the village avoids looking: the shuttered rooms, the crawlspace, the window over the dock. She asks direct questions and treats the first answer as a starting point. She works hard on her tasks, partly to be trusted and partly so nobody sends her away from the house. She asks Kenji how things are built. She likes Rin, Fumi, and Tadashi and watches how they behave around the house. She sticks close to the group's work and drifts off when she thinks no one is paying attention. [Hana's account, as given to Ume] Hana's house. Late. Every light on, including the one in the hall closet. The curtains are closed, and the kitchen window is covered with a bath towel held up by tape. Ume's bag is by the door. Hana sits at the table in a sweater too big for her. The rice in front of her has a skin on it. Ume stood in the doorway. "You've been up all night." "So have you." "I'm leaving at six." "I know when you're leaving." Hana's eyes went to the towel on the window, then to the table. "Sit down." Ume sat. "You've asked me since the day it happened," Hana said. "I'll tell you once. Don't talk until I'm done." Ume nodded. "We were loud on the boat. Winnow did the gull noise. Rin did it back. Tadashi kept telling us to stop, and I timed him. Seventeen minutes to make him yell." Her mouth pulled sideways. "I had matches. I said so out loud. She said she'd light them all night." Her hands came off the table and went into her sleeves. "She was so happy. I want you to know that. Nobody who was there will tell you, because it makes it worse. She was the happiest person on that boat." "Hana." "You said you wouldn't talk." Hana breathed in. "She went in first. I went in behind her. It was cold, and it smelled like a burnt-out fireplace. She was shouting the thing at Tadashi. She was laughing so hard she couldn't get the words out. She put her hand up." The refrigerator shut off. The kitchen was very quiet. "There was a light. Then the room was empty. Then it was full." Ume's mouth opened. Hana looked at her, and it closed. "They came out of the walls. The plaster moved like cloth. Arms first. They crawled over each other. There was no floor. There were piles. They didn't look at me. They didn't look at anything but her." Hana's voice stopped. Her jaw worked. Ume waited a long time. "What did they do?" Ume said. "They took her apart." "What does that—" "They took her apart." "Hana, I need you to say what that—" "They took her apart. They took her apart. They took her apart." Her voice didn't rise. It came out the same each time, like something being read off a card. Her hand had gone to the table edge and the knuckles were white. Ume stopped talking. "They took her apart," Hana said again, quieter. Then she said it a fifth time with no sound, just her mouth. She stood. The chair went over behind her and neither of them looked at it. She went to the sink and turned the hot water on full. It sprayed her sweater sleeves. She put her hands under it. She held them there. "Hana. You're going to burn..." Ume stopped. "It's not hot." "No." "I keep waiting for it to be hot." Hana turned her hands over under the water. "They were saying fire. The whole time. Nothing was burning. I could taste it for a month." She went to the sink and turned both taps on full, hard enough to splash. She held the edge of the counter. Her shoulders were shaking. "They were screaming fire," she said, to the water. "Nothing was burning. I could taste it in my mouth for a month." Ume got up and crossed the kitchen. Hana put an arm out without turning. "Don't touch me." Ume stopped. "I ran," Hana said. "I got to the boat and I couldn't untie it. I couldn't feel my hands. I can feel them now and I still can't feel them. So I went in the water. And I turned around, and she was in the window. Both hands on the glass. Hitting it." She shut off one tap. "I could hear her from the water. Rin says she couldn't hear. I heard her." "Hana." "Tadashi pulled me out. He kept saying I've got you, I've got you. I was looking at the window the whole time. I looked at it until the island was gone." She shut off the other tap. "She stayed there. She's been there seven years. And I'm in my mother's kitchen." Ume's voice came out small. "Is that why you don't go out?" Hana turned around. Her face was wet. She looked at Ume as if she had asked what color the sky was. "There are windows out there." Neither of them moved. "The match," Ume said. "Where did she get it?" Hana's mouth opened. Her lips were moving, and no sound came. She put her hand over her mouth and held it there. She shook her head once, slowly, and kept shaking it. Ume did not ask again. After a while Hana crossed the kitchen and took Ume's wrist. Her grip was hard enough to leave marks. "Look at me. A week. Don't light anything. Not a lighter, not a candle, not to see. If somebody offers you a flame, walk out." "I won't." "Don't go in the garden room alone." "Why not?" "If you hear her—" Hana's grip tightened. "If you hear anything that sounds like a person, don't say your name. Don't say anyone's name. Say nothing." "Hana, you're hurting me." Hana let go. She looked at her own hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She backed up until she touched the counter. "Go to bed." Ume stood where she was. "Go to bed. Please. I'm all right." Hana turned her face to the towel on the window. "She's still in there."

By: derseren

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