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Nanana’s Buried Treasure Volume 4 Chapter 1.1

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“TRANSLATOR:Foxsunes/EDITOR TheNix”

  

Chapter 1

  I dream about butterflies often. Sometimes I become unsure of what I am dreaming about, whether I am dreaming about butterflies or dreaming about myself dreaming about butterflies. 

  It’s a line from a movie that I saw a long time ago. 

  The character who said it had a vague memory and it seemed as if he didn’t know who he was. He couldn’t blend in to society well and was a bit out of place. 

  It’s just an assumption but I think he couldn’t accept the reality he was experiencing and became anxious. Something like that I guess? 

  Well that was my opinion about the movie when i saw it, it’s pretty rough yeah. But it can’t be helped. Interpretations of movies don’t have correct answers like final exams in school. I can’t possibly know what the character was thinking at that exact moment. All I can do is assume how the character would have felt on my own. At the end of the day, it is impossible to exactly understand how others are feeling. 

  Yeah. 

  This is the conclusion I came to back then. 

  …But now that I look back, it is slightly embarrassing. Yeah, I was young back then. I made up excuses and gave up on using my imagination since I couldn’t understand what that character was thinking. And at the end I started acting cool saying stuff like the movie critics. I was really a kid back then.

  But it’s not like that now. I can understand how that character felt to a painful extent. It’s like having empathy? Something like being in unison? 

  It’s probably something like feeling a connection with a performance. 

  ｢Shit, what is this. What is this situation? I can’t comprehend it. ｣

  It is because I don’t get the situation I am in. I am standing in a luxurious department store on one of the upper floors and I have no idea where this store is. I looked down at the view of the city from the window in front of me. It was a million dollar night view. But unfortunately I’m not calm enough to enjoy the view. 

  ｢But why am I wearing a cheongsam? ｣

  Yeah the one from China. It’s from Yachina. I have seen it in manga and on television several times but wearing it like this makes me uneasy. The slit is deeper than I imagined and I just want to hold on to it and keep it together. Things are hidden right? Nobody can see it right? 

  ｢No ya, it suits you a lot Nanana-san.｣

  Standing next to me is the girl with thin eyes who helped me model the dress. She was smiling and speaking in broken Japanese, rubbing her hands. Her name is Hao-chan. I put on an insincere smile and questioned how I looked again. I don’t know how many times I repeated it over and over. 

  I was leading a normal life till the day before yesterday. Working a part-time job, going to school, and occupying the usual table at the corner with my companions as we made plans like always…..

  So, why am I in this situation? 

  ｢Hey Nanana, sorry for making you wait. ｣

  Someone called to me while I stood there trying to get hold of reality. I looked towards the source of the voice calling me without giving much of a thought. I was startled by what I witnessed. An extremely gorgeous woman who had cheongsam on just like me was waving and coming towards me. 

  She has beauty, a good style, and most of all her leg line is killer. The leg looked beautiful on its own but the heels and the slit made them look longer and erotic. Her beautiful leg line was an art. Is this the sexiness of an adult is enhanced by the cheongsam?

  ｢Wh.. who the hell are you!｣ 

  I took a fighting stance reflexively since I was so startled. 

  ｢The hell are you blabbering about? Did you finally lose your mind? You big boobs.｣

  Her friendly smile got crooked and it looked as if she was looking down at a maggot. 

  That glare and that rude name calling, there is only one person in this entire world who would call me that. 

  ｢Are you…Sansa by any chance?｣

  ｢Huh? Isn’t that obvious?｣

  I felt like my eyes were going to pop out with surprise. 

  ｢Eh, but your hair was messy and you were wearing a leather jacket with a white mask on. You were a delinquent wearing normal clothes! What is this drastic change!? How did you become so beautiful!? ｣

  ｢You idiot, I have always been beautiful.｣, Sansa said sticking out her chest with pride. Did that make me frustrated? It sure did. But I can’t accept that. 

  ｢It’s so bizarre, the Sansa I know is someone who holds a wooden sword on her shoulder, wears a mask, and sits in front of a convenient store like a delinquent. You have always been a suburban delinquent to me. ｣

  It isn’t a metaphor or anything, she really is like that.

  ｢Well that’s my temporary form in order to hide myself from the eyes of society.｣

  Being a delinquent is not a good way to hide. But leaving that aside, can a person change this much with makeup and an attire change? I had a feeling about her not being a normal delinquent but….. evil doer Kurosu Sansa, she is someone to be feared.

  ｢Hey Sansa, can I ask you something?｣

  ｢What is it?｣

  ｢Why are people here not speaking Japanese?｣

  We were on a floor with shops of brands from abroad. Leaving aside Hao-chan, people whom we had passed so far while walking, including the people working in the shops, were speaking a language that I don’t understand.

  ｢Huh? Isn’t it obvious? It’s because we aren’t in Japan. ｣

  ｢But isn’t that weird? We were in Japan till yesterday night. And then I rode on a train since you told me to. Then on a car till we reached a windy port city. After that I boarded an old beat up ship…..｣

  ｢So, what’s your point?｣

  ｢I’m saying that why are we abroad? We didn’t even take a flight. And I don’t have a passport in the first place. ｣

  I started pointing out the flaws in our situation and then she answered my question like it was nothing.

  ｢Eh, that’s because we came in illegally. ｣

  ｢That’s what I was afraid of, you bitch! ｣

  I grabbed Sansa.

  ｢So you knew about it all along. That’s a surprise. ｣

  ｢Of course I would notice! Getting transported by a ship at night with all the lights being turned off, getting on a different ship while still being on the sea, the cityscape I walked through during the afternoon had all the advertisements written in kanji. And Hao-chan coming closer speaking in broken Japanese saying ‘Miss President. Welcome. I am good guide’, I had doubts about where we were since then! But I wanted to believe that I was wrong! I was fooling myself by hoping that it was an attraction of some kind where you could experience what it is like overseas! Huh! I’m so done with this! Stop messing around with me! Why the hell am I involved in a serious crime without my consent! ｣

  ｢Aaah, you are so annoying. Get off of me. ｣

  Squish

  Sansa squished my boobs without mercy while I was screaming at her.

  ｢Wha.. what the hell are you doing!? Stop fondling my boobs! ｣

  I guarded my boobs with tears in my eyes and Sansa glared at me.

  ｢You bitch, I’ve had enough of your nonsense. I didn’t force you to do anything, you were the one who wanted to come along. ｣

  Sansa glared at me and I started recalling what had happened the day before yesterday.

  In a family restaurant, at a certain place in the city, at the usual table sat seven students with different uniforms. They gather at this family restaurant everyday after classes ended and made plans regarding their secret project.

  People called them 《Ryugajou Nanana and her companions that spread smiles around the globe》at least that’s what I want us to be called. 

  Leaving my own desire and wishes  aside, let us get back to the subject. That day seven of us were making plans as usual. About having an island of their own where they can challenge their dreams. We gathered in that family restaurant every day in order to achieve that bizarre dream. But it was different that day and the air was filled with despair.

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