Roxxy: переводы

→Silence. That was one doozy of a loaded question.

→As she stood there with her face turned away, her delicate form looked ever so pitiable. Not because she had finally met someone who would understand her. No, it was like she was saying that this was the end for her. What a tragedy.

→She cocked her head and looked at me questioningly. Hm. A batchmate who mentally torments me and means to do so, and an underclassman who physically injures me without particularly meaning to do so... what a team. No good can come of that.

→But anyway, if I was interpreting Kuriyama's answer correctly, didn't that mean that she had been asked to do _something_? She magnificiently ignored my reply and went back to looking through the bookshelves. Was she looking for something in particular? Anyhow, I kept the conversation going.

→"Interesting? About me?"

→"There's something interesting about you, Kanbara."

→"This is unpleasant."

→"If you aren't sure whether or not you're friends with someone, doesn't that in and of itself mean that you aren't really friends with them? Accordingly, I ought to have a billion friends."

→I looked around. Everybody else was engrossed in their own conversations. It didn't look like we had attracted any attention; nonetheless, I probably should have been a bit quieter than I would be if we were in the club room. Wait. That was an awfully awkward question she had me yell. And she isn't even going to answer it?

→"Stop right there! The most pathetic person there is me! And what the hell kind of epithet is 'eater-of-lunch-on-the-toilet'! I've never been greeted with such condescension before!"

→"I get it. I won't deny it. My life is pathetic. I don't have anyone to tyrannize save for you, O eater-of-lunch-on-the-toilet Akihito."

→"Wait, wait, wait! Whaddaya want me to do with this kitsune-udon!?"

→As I stood by the noodle-ordering window, I spotted a girl who looked wonderful in glasses. It looked like she had already ordered: steam was rising from the kitsune-udon on her tray. When I saw her there, blending into the crowd, I couldn't see her as anything but a delicate girl. Of course, I often tended to overlook that, given the unsettling encounters she and I usually had. I would've felt weird if I had pretended not to know her, so I figured I ought to say hi.

→"So this is _my_ fault now, huh."

→"This is unpleasant."

→I prodded at her: "I don't think you'll find any good excuses hidden in those glasses."

→She huffed and puffed as she ran off. Our relationship really was a confusing one. What a pain. I sighed for the zillionth time that day and headed home.

→I made a show of shrugging. Just slightly out-of-the-ordinary---that wording said volumes about how half-baked I was. Neither a human nor a dreamghast. Kuriyama didn't look like she believed me.

→A lineage of xenors extending into the distant past.

→My battle with Kuriyama---well, it was really more me running for my life as she attacked me mercilessly, which was really not cricket---drew to a close after about 30 minutes. We weren't even supposed to be _running_ in the halls, let alone doing battle. If anyone had found us, we'd be lucky to get off with a suspension. Seeing as she was pretty obviously worn out, I decided to be a gentleman.