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Binary Star Translation – Chapter 3 Rayla (Part 2 of 2)

I checked over my skirt for my kunai a second time and straightened my back.

IDZUKI: “Jiro contacted me. There are some people gathering up the Star. There’s a high possibility they’re already Stardust.”

The objective of the first direct contact mission we were assigned to was this:

<Welcome them to the Heavenly Skies due to the necessity to collect blood samples.>

YUN: “Why are we treating them as Stardust so simply? There’s a possibility there are some guys mixed in that are picking them up to sell.”

IDZUKI: “We’ll make them confess whether they’re a dealer or not at the Heavenly Skies. In the event we don’t do research beforehand, this is generally how we deal with them.”

RAYLA: “…”

Rayla was the only one silent as ever.

I felt a twinge of anxiety as I headed toward town to carry out our mission.

I stopped moving upon seeing Star scattered about an alley.

FUU: “…Some Star fell in here. There’s a possibility that Stardust could be in the vicinity. Let’s be cautious.”

RAYLA: “…”

RAYLA: “…”

? TIMED DECISION

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> Snap at Rayla.
> Focus on the mission.
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Snap at Rayla. [mission objective clear + CG]

I grabbed Rayla’s shoulder and pushed his back up against the wall.

FUU: “Keep yourself together! Or are you even still an Angel!?”

RAYLA: “…What are you fired up about?”

FUU: “Don’t tell me you’re planning on slacking off because this mission is targeting Stardust?”

RAYLA: “…It’s not that.”

FUU: “They’re not dealers; they’re Stardust so we can’t kill them.”

FUU: “’I don’t have to be watchful myself because we can get through without killing the target.’ Is that what you’re thinking and why you’re taking this lightly?”

RAYLA: “…Of course not!?”

FUU: “Then get it together! If you don’t want me to think that then you’d better face your duties properly!”

I released the hand I was holding Rayla with and checked his condition.

Unlike before, life had returned to Rayla’s eyes.

FUU: “It doesn’t look like there are any Stardust lurking around here. Let’s go to the residential area.”

I felt a sense of relief as we ran toward the town.

[dialogue branch ends – continue to mission objective clear dialogue]

Focus on the mission. [mission failure]

I purposely ignored Rayla.

FUU: (I’m sure he’ll get his energy back once we’ve got a target in front of us …)

I decided to believe in that.

FUU: (It doesn’t seem like there are any targets around here.)

I ran toward the town, being conscious of Rayla following after me.

When we finally made it to the row of closed up shops, I could see a dim silhouette below the streetlights.

The man crouched down and gave his undivided attention to gathering up the Star.

FUU: “Target confirmed. Listen up, Rayla.”

RAYLA: “Huh? …Y-yeah.”

It appeared Rayla finally returned to himself at that with life back in his eyes.

FUU: (I’m still a sort of worried…)

FUU: “Rayla, I’ll move. You get your bracelet ready.”

RAYLA: “No, it’d be more reliable for me to numb them. I’ll go.”

FUU: “Are you really okay? I should probably—”

The man noticed us and took off running.

FUU: (Shoot-!)

We started running to chase after the escaping man.

But he went into a back alley that split into several paths and before long we’d lost sight of him.

RAYLA: “…Sorry. I know we agreed that I’d follow your judgment.”

FUU: “It isn’t your fault. It was my own error in judgment.”

RAYLA: “No… The biggest fault lies with me. I was spacing out thinking about Michiru. My concentration and judgment skills were weakened.”

FUU: “…”

Although we were both regretful, a failure is a failure.

In the end, each of the other pairs secured one individual, so altogether two individuals were welcomed.

We were the only ones who had no accomplishments to offer up.

So the curtain closed on our first direct contact mission, which left us with a disappointing outcome—

[dialogue branch ends – skip to mission complete]

[mission objective clear]

When we finally made it to the row of closed up shops, I could see a dim silhouette below the streetlights.

The man crouched down and gave his undivided attention to gathering up the Star.

FUU: “Target confirmed. Listen up, Rayla.”

I faced Rayla and spoke.

? TIMED DECISION

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> Have Rayla take aim.
> Take aim with your kunai.
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Have Rayla take aim. [mission objective clear]


FUU
: “You take aim, Rayla. I’ll secure him after that.”

RAYLA: “Roger. …I’ll take him down without making a sound.”

Rayla released the metal fitting on his right sleeve and touched his bracelet.

RAYLA: “Anesthetic needles… Equipped.”

Rayla put his right arm straight out and established his aim at the target.

An innumerable amount of needles flew through the darkness of the night without a sound and struck the man’s body.

YOUNG MAN: “…!”

I confirmed that the man had collapsed, then quickly approached him and seized his arms behind his back.

I immediately put handcuffs on him and told him this:

FUU: “We’re the Akatsuki Angels of the Heavens Institution. We’ll be welcoming you to the Heavenly Skies.”

YOUNG MAN: “…Dammit…!”

RAYLA: “Ah, Nachi? We just secured a target so bring Wing around.”

Rayla got in contact with him via Tefu Tefu and Nachi brought Wing nearby.

Each pair had one person, so including the man we secured, altogether we captured three individuals.

They were all welcomed for being caught gathering up Star.

Thus the curtain closed on our first direct contact mission, which was a success.

[dialogue branch ends – continue to mission complete]

 Take aim with your kunai. [mission failure]


FUU
: “I’ll make a move here. I can aim just fine from this distance.”

RAYLA: “Huh? Wouldn’t it be more reliable for me to take aim when you consider our weapon ranges?”

FUU: “I-is that so? But…”

The man noticed us and took off running.

FUU: (Shoot-!)

We started running to chase after the escaping man.

But he went into a back alley that split into several paths and before long we’d lost sight of him.

After that we spent about an hour searching nearby but in the end we weren’t able to find him.

RAYLA: “…Sorry. I know we agreed that I’d follow your judgment.”

FUU: “It isn’t your fault. It was my own error in judgment.”

RAYLA: “No… The biggest fault lies with me. I was spacing out thinking about Michiru. My concentration and judgment skills were weakened.”

FUU: “…”

Although we were both regretful, a failure is a failure.

In the end, each of the other pairs secured one individual, so altogether two individuals were welcomed.

We were the only ones who had no accomplishments to offer up.

So the curtain closed on our first direct contact mission, which left us with a disappointing outcome—

[dialogue branch ends – continue to mission complete]

[mission complete]

I needed to sleep for tomorrow, but I was so exhausted that I couldn’t get to sleep.

FUU: (I wonder if Rayla is sleeping well…)

[knock]

FUU: “…?”

I opened my door upon hearing the knocking.

And then—

Rayla was there.

FUU: “What’s the matter?”

RAYLA: “…I have something to tell you. That okay?”

FUU: “Y-yeah.”

As soon as I closed the door, Rayla faced me and deeply bowed his head.

RAYLA: “I’m sorry. I caused problems for you too by not being able to focus on the mission.”

FUU: “U-um, Rayla? Raise your head please.”

With that, Rayla slowly lifted his head, looking regretful as he bit his lips.

FUU: “…Um, the reason why you couldn’t focus was…”

I hesitated over whether it was okay to say my next words. But then—

RAYLA: “…It’s Michiru’s fault. No, it’s because I was in contempt of my past…”

The words he said seemingly to himself were the details I wanted to hear.

FUU: “Your past… May I ask about it?”

Rayla casually brushed away his bangs and quietly nodded.

RAYLA: “I really wasn’t planning on talking about it, but it’s not like I can just leave it at that when I’ve caused problems.”

He dropped his gaze to the floor and after being silent for a while, he eventually let out a heavy sigh and began to talk.

RAYLA: “When I was a kid, Michiru— that guy who called the cell phone up on the roof and I were dealers together.”

FUU: “—!”

RAYLA: “I needed to make money so I didn’t really consider it to be something bad.”

Rayla’s expression was incredibly pained as he slowly connected his statements together.

He regretted that past from the very depths of his heart. It was that sort of expression.

FUU: (So then he was so disturbed at seeing the letters [na] carved into those Star because…)

FUU: “Was [na] the name of the dealer organization you used to be part of?”

Rayla slowly nodded after my question.

RAYLA: “There’s no meaning to stay an Angel if I have to bend my own intentions… Well, not that I can atone for it.”

I recalled his murmurings from the afternoon.

FUU: “So that ‘atonement’ you had spoken about was about atoning for your past crimes…?”

Rayla once again nodded at my question.

FUU: “And is it connected to your not killing dealers?”

RAYLA: “…It is. It’s not like I can go around killing dealers when I used to be one myself.”

RAYLA: “…I guess since I think that way I’m still as trapped as ever by my past. …It’s completely pathetic.”

FUU: “Rayla…”

FUU: (I’m surprised but… I’m not put off.)

? DIALOGUE CHOICE

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 “Thank you.” (+♥ RAYLA)


FUU
: “Thank you.”

RAYLA: “…Huh? Why are you thanking me?”

FUU: “It must have been hard for you, but you told me anyway.”

RAYLA: “!”

His regret for the past somehow overlapped with my wish to atone.

There’s nothing more painful that having to tell someone else about a past you’ve yet to overcome.

FUU: “As for today’s mistakes… Well, sorry for that wording, but you could have just wrapped it up by just apologizing.”

FUU: “But instead you talked it out with me all the way through to your reasons. That made me really happy.”

RAYLA: “…I just wanted to go through things logically.”

FUU: “I’m happy because of those sincere feelings of yours.”

I want to be able to respond to those feelings somehow.

If I could take on Rayla’s painful past and the anguish he’s still carrying with him now—

The ‘Myth of the Month’ book happened to be in my peripheral vision.

FUU: (If this can relieve Rayla’s pain even a little…)

I held out my hand and brought together three of my fingers to make an animal shape.

Normally it’d be thought to be a fox but my intentions were for a ‘rabbit’.

Rayla’s eyes went wide when I put the rabbit out in front of me.

FUU: “This is a way to demonstrate an eternal vow. Are you familiar with it?”

Rayla’s expression softened and he gave slight smile.

RAYLA: “The moon myth. You mean the one where they used the moon rabbit as a witness for the eternal vow, right?”

I nodded at what he said.

FUU: “I vow to not view you in a special light, no matter what happened in your past.”

RAYLA: “So… What do you mean by that?”

FUU: “I mean we’ll stay just the way we’ve been. The fact that you were a dealer has nothing to do with it.”

FUU: “Rayla to me is the ‘you’ that you are right now. I’m want to see ‘you’ as yourself.”

RAYLA: “…”

Rayla gently brought up his hand and made it into the shape of a rabbit.

RAYLA: “This is the first time I’ve met someone familiar with the moon myth.”

FUU: “It’s a first for me too. That’s why I was a little surprised.”

FUU: “But I was happy too. Because I really love that book…”

RAYLA: “Hmm…”

FUU: “Do you like that story, Rayla?”

After making it apparent that he was thinking it over for a bit, Rayla answered lightly.

RAYLA: “It’s okay.”

FUU: “…Is that so…”

Rayla continued, seemingly panicked, upon seeing me slump my shoulders in dejection.

RAYLA: “I-It’s not like I hate it. I think it’s a well done story and… It’s better than other picture books…”

Rayla looked rather cute as he desperately tried to find the words to follow up on what he said.

FUU: “Hehe… Thank you. You’re kind.”

RAYLA: “!”

Rayla began to blush and withdrew his hand.

RAYLA: “It looks like you’ve misunderstood me somehow. I’m not kind at all.”

RAYLA: “Yeah. …You’re pretty naïve to think that makes me kind.”

FUU: “Hehe, that may be true.”

RAYLA: “Why are you laughing like you’re happy? Did you not notice my insult?”

FUU: “Because I am happy.”

No matter how many harsh words he lined up, I knew it was just to hide his embarrassment.

Rayla was even cuter the more he got worked up and said mean things one after the other; I couldn’t stop laughing.

For just a little while, I felt as though I’d gotten closer to Rayla’s heart and it gently calmed my own warmed up heart.

I’m sorry.


FUU
: “…I’m sorry.”

RAYLA: “Huh? Why are you apologizing?”

FUU: “For causing you pain by making you talk about it…”

His regret for the past somehow overlapped with my wish to atone.

There’s nothing more painful that having to tell someone else about a past you’ve yet to overcome.

RAYLA: “…It’s fine.”

He said that curtly and his averted gaze stopped at the picture book on top of my bedside table.

RAYLA: “Wait, is that… the ‘Myth of the Month’?”

FUU: “Yeah, that’s right. …Are you familiar with it?”

That was unexpected because no one around me had ever heard of that book before.

RAYLA: “Well… I read it when I was a kid.”

FUU: “I read it when I was a kid too… It’s my favorite picture book.”

RAYLA: “Hmm…”

Rayla looked at me as if he was viewing something unusual.

FUU: (…Why is he doing that?)

FUU: “What is it?”

RAYLA: “Nothing. Anyway, I’m done talking so I’ll go back to my room.”

Rayla left my room and I sat down on my bed.

FUU: (Rayla… He looked like he was really anguished.)

I don’t want him to have that look on his face or to suffer alone.

If I was Rayla, I wouldn’t be able to kill dealers either probably.

FUU: (No one could blame him. …It’d be nice if I could do something for Rayla, even it was something small.)

I don’t know what that is just yet though.

[dialogue branch ends – continue to rejoined dialogue]

[end of branched dialogue]

Because of how late last night went, we were supposed to assemble at 1300 in the meeting room.

FUU: “Good morning.”

RAYLA: “…Morning.”

Guessing by the scent wafting through the air, he must have coffee in it.

It seemed he’d already finished eating breakfast as his plate was completely empty.

NACHI: “Ah, I’m getting yours ready right now Fuu!”

Nachi took the empty plate away and disappeared into the kitchen.

It seemed Rayla was waiting for me to sit down opposite of him when he raised his head and begin to talk.

RAYLA: “About what we talked about yesterday… Or this morning, I guess; I don’t care if you tell the others. Nana already knows anyway.”

FUU: “Oh, really?”

RAYLA: “It was Nana who brought me into custody when I was a dealer after all.”

FUU: “I see… Um, do you mind if I ask about your prison term?”

RAYLA: “I was under 15 so I was institutionalized. I was raised there until I was old enough to go to Angel School.”

FUU: “That… must have been difficult, being separated from your family…”

RAYLA: “It was the opposite. I was actually grateful to live there and have my parents gone.”

FUU: “Huh…?”

FUU: (His parents are… gone?)

I was so surprised I didn’t even have time to ask him about it before he continued talking.

RAYLA: “I’m really thankful toward Nana. He really looked after me.”

RAYLA: “Or should say, I’m thankful because he became my guardian when I was a minor without any parents.”

IDZUKI: “It’s nothing we need to force him to answer.”

FUU: (So the reason why Nana was awfully quick to pull away from that was because he knew Rayla’s past…)

I suppose he ended the conversation then because he knew and didn’t want Rayla to recall painful memories.

RAYLA: “Well, I didn’t think I would be assigned to Nana’s team so I was pretty surprised.”

FUU: “…Um, when you said you didn’t have parents you mean, uh…”

It was something incredibly hard to ask about but I boldly enquired anyway.

Rayla unexpectedly answered quite lightly.

RAYLA: “Yeah, they’re no longer in this world.”

FUU: “…”

It looked to me as though Rayla thought nothing much of that fact.

There was a huge difference from the pained expression he had when he spoke about his past with Michiru last night.

I suppose that may just show how much Michiru means to Rayla.

I want to ask but I don’t want him cause him to have that painful expression again.

RAYLA: “…What’s that face?”

FUU: “Err…. N-nothing, nothing at all!”

Upon seeing me shake my head in a fluster, Rayla exasperatedly rested his chin in his hands.

RAYLA: “Can you at least not forget what you’ve said yourself?”

FUU: “What?”

RAYLA: “Didn’t you tell me you wanted us to get to know each other even if it caused conflict? Was that a lie?”

FUU: “It wasn’t! But… I feel like there are some things that are okay to tread on and those that aren’t.”

FUU: “I don’t want you to make the same expression you had last night.”

RAYLA: “…So basically you want to ask about Michiru?”

FUU: “Ah-”

Of course he’d understand once I’ve said that much.

FUU: “…I’m sorry. I was just curious about what he is to you.”

RAYLA: “…”

I could see Rayla’s indecision quite clearly.

Whether he should talk about it now or maybe just stay silent, his mind seemed to waver over hiding it.

After a short while of silence, Rayla just began to open his mouth when a voice called out from within the kitchen.

NACHI: “Thanks for waiting~! I’ve brought you Nachi’s deluxe☆special morning set~!”

Nachi quickly walked back in with my breakfast set on a tray.

FUU: “Oh… Thank you.”

RAYLA: “Well then… I’ll be going back then.”

FUU: “Ah…”

NACHI: “Hm? What’s wrong?”

NACHI: “Yeah, go ahead and eat.”

I wasn’t able to ask about Michiru today.

I had mixed feelings about it; I was sort of disappointed but also sort of relieved as I nibbled on the edge of my nicely browned toast.

After breakfast, I did target practice with my kunai in the training room.

There was still plenty of time until our assembly, so it would have been a waste to just space out in my room.

I was curious about Rayla but I wasn’t feeling up to going to his room just to ask about Michiru.

FUU: “…Phew…”

RAYLA: “You’re training too much. How about taking a break?”

FUU: “Rayla…”

RAYLA: “I came 30 minutes earlier too. I waited since you were here, but when I came back you were still at it.”

FUU: “Sorry, I just get so focused. I got too excited after seeing how splendidly you handled your needles yesterday.”

FUU: “But you’re right… I should take a break. Maybe I’ll have something sweet.”

RAYLA: “It seems like there are no more sweets left though? Nachi was just complaining that Tchica ate all of them.”

I looked at my watch.

There were still two hours left until our assembly time.

So it looks like I can go into town for a change of pace and have tea at a café.

FUU: “Well then, I’m going into town.”

RAYLA: “Huh? You want to eat something sweet that badly?”

FUU: “Oh, no… Since we still have two more hours I thought it’d help kill some time…”

RAYLA: “Hmm… I see. Well, I could keep you company then?”

FUU: “…….What?”

RAYLA: “I’m saying I’ll accompany you if you’re going into town. I’ll treat you to cake or something as an apology for getting in your way during the mission.”

FUU: “What, no, it’s fine. I mean, you already apologized last night.”

RAYLA: “I’m not satisfied yet.”

FUU: “You don’t need to worry about it that much… It’s seriously fine already.”

RAYLA: “What, you don’t want to walk around town with me? Or is it that you feel like you’ll owe me if I treat you to something?”

FUU: “N-no! Of course not!”

RAYLA: “So that means there’s no problem then. …Ugh, just let me get you some cake already.”

FUU: (…Umm, that last bit was him just talking to himself, right…?)

I couldn’t really decline after hearing him complain to himself …

So I let myself be treated by Rayla and went out to town with him.

We arrived at a café eventually.

It was famous for having delicious tarts, so it’s the sort of shop that has a queue on holidays.

It was an open café so we got to sit in the outside seating like we wanted.

FUU: “What are you getting, Rayla?”

RAYLA: “Why don’t you pick first? You’re the lead after all.”

FUU: “Well then, I’ll have the orange tart and hot tea, straight.”

FUU: “And you, Rayla?”

RAYLA: “I’ll have an extra-large salad with fresh vegetables. And I’ll go with a coffee.”

FUU: “Wait, an extra-large salad…!?”

RAYLA: “What? Can I not order a salad?”

FUU: “No, it’s not that just…”

FUU: (Oh, maybe…)

FUU: “Do you like vegetables, Rayla?”

RAYLA: “Yeah. Especially salads.”

FUU: “Hoo…”

FUU: (Maybe he’s paying attention to his health?)

That was an unexpected side to him.

Our order was brought to the table before long.

I had a custard cream tart with nicely cooked orange slices placed on top of it.

A sweet aroma wafted through the air from the oranges being singed on the burner.

Rayla’s was extra-large as he said and it was even more piled up with the in-season vegetables.

FUU: (…This is the first time I’ve seen such a heaping salad.)

Perhaps because it was an extra-large, the dressing hadn’t been put on yet and the shop attendant put down an entire bottle of dressing.

FUU: “Rayla, let’s eat.”

RAYLA: “Mm.”

Rayla picked up the dressing while giving me a disinterested response. I took a bite of my tart first.

FUU: “! It’s so delicious… Just what you’d expect from a popular restaurant.”

Then I looked at Rayla…

Unbelievably, he was still pouring on dressing.

FUU: “Uh, um… R-Rayla? You don’t need to pour so much since you’ve already got so much dressing on there…?”

RAYLA: “I like dressing…”

He continued to thoughtlessly pour the dressing as he spoke.

FUU: (Does he like it to have a strong flavor maybe?)

After that, Rayla continued to pour the dressing on until the inside of the container was empty.

The vegetables were completely soaked in dressing, making his salad more of a soup.

RAYLA: “Let’s eat.”

FUU: “…”

Rayla seemed to enjoy his salad as he stuffed it into his mouth while I watched in astonishment.

RAYLA: “No way. This is so good. Vegetables really are divine.”

FUU: “Um, isn’t that less of you liking vegetables and more of you liking dressing?”

RAYLA: “Huh? What sort of idiotic statement is that?”

RAYLA: “I only like dressing when it’s on vegetables; I don’t like dressing on anything else.”

FUU: “O-okay…”

FUU: (I would think you couldn’t taste anything other than the dressing when you put that much on though…)

At the very least, it appears he isn’t eating vegetables in concern for his weight.

RAYLA: “Which means that I actually like vegetables, right?”

FUU: “…Y-yeah.”

It was nonsensical logic, but there was no reason to forcefully repudiate it either.

FUU: (Not that I understand it.)

But when I saw Rayla enjoying his vegetables drowning in dressing…

I gradually began to not care which one he liked.

FUU: (…I feel like I just saw another unexpected side of Rayla.)

It appears that Rayla has many sides of him that I don’t know.

And when I thought about being able to see more of those with time, I started to sort of enjoy myself…

I stuffed my mouth with the orange tart to cover up the smile that almost crept out.

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