1.51: Reconciliation

1.51: Reconciliation

She gasped, slapping a trembling hand over her mouth.

“What was THAT?!” she barked, her voice sharp enough to slice through the entire hallway. Every neighbor turned.

My reply came out colder than I meant it to… steady, controlled, far more confident than I felt.

“You’re mistaken,” I said. “Susumu would never have hurt anyone. He looked after people. Yes, he made mistakes. Everyone does. He was aimless, he didn’t have a future lined up… but he had a heart of gold. And you never once bothered to see that.”

A ripple of unease moved through the crowd on the balcony fronting my ex-apartment building.

I couldn’t help raising my voice.

“You only ever judged him for his face. You assumed the worst. You made his life hell because of rumors.”

My chest tightened… years of humiliation and isolation boiling up at once.

“You’re all bullies,” I said, my voice lifting with heat. “Every last one of you. And you should be ashamed.”

The jade bracelet on my wrist caught the hallway lights… shimmering, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat, or maybe that was my own anger radiating off me.

“If you think he was frightening, then you have no idea what real monsters look like. So WHAT if he had a scary face? That’s not a reason to treat someone like filth!”

Passion burned through me. I clenched my fist, closing my eyes.

“He’s dead now!” I shouted, opening my eyes. “And all of you helped kill him! Yesterday morning he was attacked… by a murderer! There was nothing left of him afterward. So at the very least…”

I inhaled shakily.

“Let the dead rest in peace.”

For the first time in all my years living there, the old woman actually stepped back… stunned.

“He’s truly dead?” she muttered, blinking. Then, predictably, her hostility snapped right back. “How’d it happen then? A murderer, you say? Hmph. Probably got himself shot in some gang fight.”

Unbelievable.

She barreled on like a runaway train with no brakes.

“Dead, dead… nonsense! What were you all doing in his apartment then? I SAW all of you go inside. Strange noises coming from there too! Even loud crashing noises! It’s all suspicious!”

She jabbed a finger accusingly.

“We saw him earlier this week hiding his face behind a briefcase! Skulking around like he’d just committed a crime! And now what… are you removing evidence?!”

My jaw tightened. That did sound exactly like the day I returned home after Noh-face stole my face. I didn’t have a defense for that.

“And THEN he reappeared in that ridiculous sentai costume,” she spat, pointing at Touma, who shrank behind his parents. “Trying to charm that poor boy with that stupid hero act! Probably to trick us!”

Each accusation felt like a needle launched straight into my heart.

“And then he VANISHED, did he? And I’m supposed to believe someone like that was a victim? A HERO? RIDICULOUS!”

“What you saw was his ghost,” I said firmly. “He was full of regret and sadness. His life ended long before he was attacked.”

I met her gaze directly.

“And trust me. You’ll never see that man’s face again.”

“Nonsense!” she barked. “Ghosts?! Utter drivel! I’ve never heard so much nonsense in my entire life!” She shook her raised middle finger like it was a cursed amulet.

“I’m DONE with this! Leave! LEAVE right now or I’ll call the police!!”

Her fury rippled outward like static… all the neighbors shifting uneasily, torn between guilt, fear, and morbid curiosity.

But then…

“…Oh my…” Ume whispered with theatrical wonder, pointing toward the street below. “What’s going on down there…?”

The woman’s head snapped forward so fast I heard her neck crack. She waddled straight to the railing like a bloodhound catching a scent.

And every pair of eyes followed.

Down in the street…

Akuchi stood among the goths.

Her body glowed.

…

She grew.

… and then…

With a grotesque, stretchy flourish only a yokai could pull off…
Akuchi expanded.

Her limbs elongated, her torso ballooned, and in a shimmering, flesh-warping transition she became…
A bus.

A full-sized, glossy red bus sitting neatly in the middle of the street.

Screams erupted instantly.
Windows slammed open.
Doors burst outward.
All the present residents poured onto the balcony, crowding it. Passersby froze mid-stride, some pointing, others swearing, others filming with trembling hands.

And yet…

The goths didn’t react at all.
They calmly formed a line and began boarding the Akuchi-bus with perfect goth solemnity, as though this was an ordinary scheduled route on the Tokyo transit map.

A mechanical honk filled the air, uncomfortably organic in undertone, eerily like Akuchi’s voice, echoed between the apartment buildings.

The Akuchi-bus signaled with her blinker. I wondered how those worked. Off bioelectricity maybe? She then pulled out of the street with impeccable lane discipline.

The old woman gave a tiny squeak.
Her eyes rolled back like slot machine reels…

…and she collapsed in a dainty, theatrical faint.

Rui flashed me a bright victory sign, her grin far too smug to be legal.
Ume brushed a nonexistent speck off her nail, glowing with quiet satisfaction.

“I think someone should take this elder back to her room,” Ume said with angelic innocence. “Don’t worry… her heart is surprisingly strong.”

That lie went down smooth as honey.

Neighbors scrambled to gather the unconscious woman, buzzing like startled bees.
I let out a long, shaky breath.

Whatever Rui and Ume whispered to Akuchi earlier…
Maybe turning into a bus right here in front of everyone…
It worked.
It actually worked.

They had managed to shut her up.

I couldn’t help it…
A giggle escaped.

Natalia-sama moved to the fallen elder like a drifting sunrise over stormy clouds. She knelt with graceful precision, checked the woman’s pulse, then gently lifted one limp arm over her shoulder as if handling ancient, sacred pottery.

“She’s stable,” Natalia murmured, smiling gently. She straightened and addressed the stunned gathering. “Is there anyone here who knows her well enough to escort her back home?”

Silence filled the air.
Everyone was still processing the fact that their public transport had just shape-shifted away.

Finally, a young man snapped out of it and stepped forward.
“I’ll help,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “She’s a handful… but I can manage.”

Relief bloomed in me. I nodded in gratitude.

He gave me a long, assessing look.

“You know…” he murmured, “there’s something strange about you.”

My stomach clenched… until he added, quickly:

“Not a bad kind of strange. Just… when you spoke earlier, it felt like you were towering over everyone for a moment. That speech hit hard. I’ll be thinking about it. She’s been complaining about that man for years… it really wears on you.”

He chuckled, hoisting the limp old woman’s body expertly.

“Knowing her, now that he’s ‘gone,’ she’ll probably start complaining about me next.”

I exhaled softly. “Take good care of her. Thank you.”

He nodded and headed off.

I turned to the girls.
“Let’s go,” I said quietly. “We still have a lot to do.”

They fell into step behind me, their expressions warm and encouraging.

“We should get proper clothes for Susumu next,” Rui declared. “And I have an idea. Natalia… your shop is close enough to reach quickly by bus, right?”

Before we reached the stairs, something tugged at my pant leg.

I looked down.

Touma.

His tiny fingers gripped my trousers with earnest determination, his bright eyes shining up at me.

“Magiranger-chan!” he cheered.

I froze.

My soul departed my body, leaving a husk behind.

HOW?!

His parents hurried over, bowing awkwardly while trying to pull him back… gently, as if disarming a spiritual landmine.

“It’s you, right?” Touma beamed. “I thought Magiranger was a guy… BUT IT WAS YOU!”

“Haha… y-yeah,” I managed, rubbing my neck, dying inside. “My cousin had that costume in his closet for months… I just tried it on.”

“Why’d you wear it?” Touma asked brightly. “It looked so COOL, though!”

“It was Halloween,” I said, waving a hand weakly. “We… uh… had a nice day together. A very important day. Remembering him.”

The girls smiled warmly. Ume hugged my arm and Natalia-sama gave me a tender, apologetic bow.

Rui crouched and ruffled Touma’s hair. “That’s right. We spent the whole day together. If you find good friends someday, treasure them.”

Natalia-sama bowing to his parents was like the sun itself apologizing to them.
“Thank you for your patience,” she said softly.

His father hesitated… then he bowed deeply… once, twice.

“Please accept our apologies… and our condolences,” he said quietly. “For how this community treated your cousin. If we played any part in driving him to despair… it’s a sin we’ll bear.”

The hallway fell silent.

Touma squeezed my hand gently.
“Take care, Magiranger-chan!”

His mother bowed as well, her voice soft and trembling.
“I’m… sorry we weren’t kind neighbors. He never harmed any of us. We just… let our imaginations get away from us.”

I blinked.

Once.
Twice.

Apologies?

For years I had believed I lived in a devil’s nest… surrounded by cold stares, cruel whispers, and doors slamming in my face.
Except for Touma, not a single person had shown me basic human warmth.

And yet…
Looking at them now… bowing, earnest, ashamed, trying to make amends… it hit me…

Maybe my face really had been cursed.
Maybe that was the root of every rotten thing that clung to my life.

But that same face…
The one that ruined everything from the start…

…is what led Reiko-chan to me.

Fear twisted ordinary people.
Sometimes into cowards.
Sometimes into monsters.
But sometimes… when the fear cracked… there was still a decent human being underneath it all.

“Take care,” they said together, bowing once more.

Touma’s mother swept him up into her arms.
He giggled and buried his face against her shoulder, kicking his feet playfully.

A warmth stirred in my chest.

“Goodbye,” I said softly…
… with real affection.

As I turned toward the stairs, something inside me loosened… like a knot that had lived in my chest for years finally coming undone.
All of it… the pain, the fear, the isolation, the endless persecution… it had all been building to this moment. I was burned down to ash, and somehow was reborn from it. A new Susumu.
For the first time, I felt like I might live up to what my name was supposed to mean.

Tomorrow…

This moment marked the end of a life that needed to end… a life shaped by shame, by a face that wasn’t mine, by a world determined to misunderstand me.
Not all endings are tragedies.
Some endings carve out space for something new to grow.

Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.
I smiled… small, brave, and sincere.

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