Volume 1 Chapter 1 Part3 (1/2)

t.i.tle: s.h.i.+ro no Kanata e [白の彼方へ]

Chapter: 1-3, To The Whiteness Far Beyond

Page: 034 – 059

Author: Masaki Hikaru [真崎ひかる]

Ill.u.s.trator: Takamine Akira [高峰顕]

Publisher: Charade Bunko

Year of Release: 2007

Disclaimer:

Masaki Hikaru is the original author of this work, and this is a fan translation. Feel free to re-post this elsewhere if you like but please credit this site. I did buy the original copy of this book, along with the rest of the series, so it'll be great if you can support her by buying her books.

By the way, this work contains BL, or h.o.m.o-eroticism. This chapter also contains a copulation scene. Children, please stay away.

Note:

As I have no formal training in translation theory nor am I an expert in j.a.panese (nor English, for the matter), I cannot guarantee the quality of this translation work, but I promise I did my best. Furthermore, I’m not terribly confident of this translation… Masaki-sensei’s prose can be a little fragmented, and due my incompetence perhaps I find it hard to ensure everything is captured without twisting or adding too many words. But well, I always like a challenge.

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Chapter 1 Part 3: The Whiteness Far Beyond

They sat in the living room that was free of boxes, pecking at their plates of curry with chopsticks.

Even though Asahi was also busy and had no time to prepare anything better, he felt sorry that he could only offer them a boil-in-the-bag dinner in return for their help. Even the rice had been from a frozen pack. He thought that he should at least serve them some shōchū, so he took some out of his stockpile.

Asada was fond of drinking, so he poured some into his mug with obvious delight and lifted it to his lips. Shōchū was something that puts him in an excellent mood.

”…s.h.i.+omi-san, would you like some more?” Asahi asked, quietly.

s.h.i.+omi only drank just enough to be polite, and Asahi thought he was simply standing on ceremony.

Don't be too conscious of him, he told himself, yet it was rather difficult for him to look s.h.i.+omi in the eye. For some reason s.h.i.+omi wasn't meeting his eyes as well, so he didn't notice that Asahi was acting strangely around him.

”No, I… can't hold my drink very well. Thank you very much all the same.”

In that case, he had no reason to make him drink more than he would like to. Asahi tilted the bottle of shochu in his hands towards Asada's mug, instead.

”Since the party is beginning to liven up, let me tell you guys a ghost story,” said Asada as he shot a grin at s.h.i.+omi. Truth was, he was the only one having a great time.

Every time Asada brought someone new to Asahi's lodge, he would tell everyone one of his scary stories. Asahi was fairly used to this habit of his, so he went yea, yea, and paid Asada no heed. He was about to continue with his food, but he paused when s.h.i.+omi said nervously:

”Eh… I'm not very good at handling ghost stories, so no thank you.”

It was strange hearing someone as large as s.h.i.+omi say something like that, and Asahi thought about how people who weren't good with ghost stories would usually be thoroughly spooked by them. However, men who disliked ghost stories usually hid that weakness of theirs under a façade of strength instead of outright admitting it like s.h.i.+omi did.

Mountains climbers who spent the night in mountain lodges, especially groups of university students, would usually start telling ghost stories amongst themselves. It was almost a given if the group had any female novice climbers in it. It seems that s.h.i.+omi wasn't the sort of man who could use ghost stories to attract members of the fairer s.e.x, despite his dauntless, tough-guy exterior.

While Asahi felt sorry for s.h.i.+omi, he also thought that s.h.i.+omi looked almost comical. Furthermore, he also thought s.h.i.+omi look rather… endearing. He wondered if he was inclined to think this way because s.h.i.+omi was younger than him.

It would appear that not only Asahi found s.h.i.+omi's discomfort amusing. Asada was now slightly tipsy, and his eyes glittered with mirth.

”Then I shan't tell a ghost story. I shall just tell you a strange tale that I've heard before. That'll be okay, won't it?” Asada pressed, and s.h.i.+omi reluctantly nodded.

Looking at him, Asahi thought that s.h.i.+omi shouldn't have carelessly said yes, as he lifted his own cup to his lips. Nevertheless, though he knew he was being mean, he was very interested to see how s.h.i.+omi would react.

”Since you're going to be part of the Mountain Rescue Squad, you should have heard many stories from your seniors in the force… but I'll tell you a harmless one. Have you ever attempted a solo expedition up a mountain in winter?”

”No…” said s.h.i.+omi, and Asada began his tale.

”A friend of mine once said that ten years ago, he did a hike spanning three days and two nights with Mount Kita-Hodaka as his starting point. He got on a trail on Mount Karasawa, intending to go from deep within the mountains of Hodaka all the way to Kamikōchi, pa.s.sing through Nis.h.i.+-Hodaka. The weather was good at first, but not long after he pa.s.sed the mountain lodge on the ridges of Mount Hodaka a snowstorm kicked up. The snowstorm quickly became worse and he agonised over whether he should to go back to that mountain lodge to seek shelter. He eventually lost his bearings, but decided to proceed on his route as planned as he plowed through the snow which was now as high as his waist. Then he dug a hole in the snow, and just as he was wondering if he should bivouac in it, he saw a beam of light from someone else's torch. Relieved to find that he was not alone, he called out to that man, and that man immediately responded in kind. That man was also a solo trekker, and when he spoke to him the man a.s.sured that he had not strayed off his path. He also told my friend if he continued on this path he would reach the next shelter faster than if he backtracked to the mountain lodge at Mount Hodaka. My friend trusted him, and started to walk alongside with him.”

s.h.i.+omi swallowed hard, but continued to be all ears. This was the first time Asahi heard this story, so once again his chopsticks stilled as he listened. Asada continued, in a tone that was almost disinterested:

”It would have been tiring to converse as they walked, so they mostly walked in silence… then suddenly, he saw a light in the distance. He then started running towards it, comforted by the thought that it was the shelter the man had spoken of, but his crampons started to slip underneath his boot so he bent over and tightened the band of the crampon which had come loose. When he straightened himself, the snowstorm was gone. When he looked behind, he found that his companion had also disappeared. And unfolding right before him was a familiar sight; it was the bus terminal in Kamikōchi.”

Asaba paused, and s.h.i.+omi had a inscrutable expression on his face, like he was pondering over something. After a short while, he asked timidly:

”Erm… what does this all mean? Did he walk all the way from Kita-Hodaka to Kamikōchi all by himself, after all?”

Asada smiled a smile of genuine pleasure at s.h.i.+omi's question. Asahi also turned the story over in his head, and began to feel goose b.u.mps p.r.i.c.kling at his skin.

”According to his watch, only three hours had pa.s.sed since he started off. This would mean that he had completed a three-day hike through a snowstorm in three hours. No matter how used he was to trekking through mountains, or how much stamina he had, it would have been humanly impossible.”

Ah… muttered s.h.i.+omi as he rubbed his arms vigorously. ”Uwa, all my hairs are standing now.”

Asada chuckled contentedly, like he had gotten the reaction he'd sought from s.h.i.+omi. His eyes fell on Asahi, who was striving to look nonchalant and unaffected, and his smile widened.

”There is another catch to this story… when he arrived at the Kamikōchi bus terminal, the rescue team showed up and there was a huge commotion. According to the report that was submitted to the police, he was due to return from the mountains three days ago. In other words, while he thought that only three hours had pa.s.sed since he set off, in reality an entire week had gone by. Even his food supplies, all five days' worth of it including reserves, were untouched… it sounded so unreal at that time that only those involved knew about this incident.”

This time, even Asahi frowned, showing that he too was slightly creeped out. s.h.i.+omi had turned decidedly green, and offered no words in reply.

Asada had been in and out mountains as a member of the Mountain Rescue Squad for more than ten years, and this made his story seem oddly credible. Furthermore, Asahi didn't think he would make up something like this.

In the silence that ensued, Asada helped himself to the bottle of shōchū and happily poured the contents of his mug down his throat.

”Well… there were many things we couldn't explain, but it wasn't uncommon to find climbers who has had their sense of time distorted during a blizzard. My friend drank as he laughed, telling me that it felt as if he had been hoodwinked by a racc.o.o.n dog spirit or a fox spirit in the mountains.”

If it was simply something that he saw in the mountains, he could say that his eyes were playing tricks on him, but in this case… perhaps the most unsettling part of the story was that it could not be explained by logical means.

This was not a 'strange tale' like Asada had claimed, but a legitimate ghost story, thought Asahi. s.h.i.+omi, who was self-admittedly bad at handling ghost stories, remained silent. He also had a very stiff expression on his face.

”Asahi, don't you have any stories too?” asked Asada.

No, was Asahi's short reply. Truth was, he had heard many tales from Old Man Sakata and the climbers that stopped by his lodge, but he wasn't very good at telling them.

”You should have at least one. Sakata-san has been managing this lodge for close to fifty years, so he must have had some interesting experiences while working here.”

Don't pretend you have nothing to tell, said Asada as he pressed Asahi for a story. Men who were drunk were persistent, and it seemed that Asada would not back down unless he appeased him, so Asahi searched his memories for something to say.

”You might not exactly consider this scary, but when Sakata-san came to open the lodge in spring there was a dead body in it… this was thirty years ago, and it might be the scariest thing that ever happened to Sakata-san when he was working here.”

Asahi noticed that s.h.i.+omi was getting paler and paler by the second and decided not to continue. He thought it was best not to add that the climber that was discovered dead in Sakata's lodge had looked like he was running away from something. He had used cloth to cover the window of the hut, and was found dead with his eyes still watching the door. He also had a field knife firmly grasped in one hand and a shovel in the other, and a line from a Buddhist sutra was found carved into the corner of one of the floorboards.

Perhaps Asada had his fill of frightening the new recruit, for no other stories fell from his lips thereafter.

When Asahi was tidying up the living room, he spotted Tsurugi curled up in a ball as he slept on an old blanket in his bed, and smiled to himself. Afterwards, he retired to the caretaker's room in the lodge.

Although it was called a caretaker's room, it was a tiny room that was only as large as four and a half tatami mats. There was a low table and a doc.u.ment cabinet against one wall, and a clothing rack in place of a wardrobe on the other. When he laid his bedding in the middle of the room, there would be no place to walk.

From a drawer in the doc.u.ment cabinet he retrieved a logbook he used to record all daily happenings in the mountain lodge while it was open. He then picked up a pen and wrote today's date, the weather, how Asada and s.h.i.+omi's help had allowed him to put the lodge in order ahead of schedule, and how he was now well-poised to receive the large number of mountain-climbers that will drop by his lodge during the busiest period of the year, the Golden Week holiday.

He sighed, and the tiny desk lamp on the low table he was writing on blinked off and then came back on again. There was a wind blowing, and power-transmission can become unstable at times. However, if he were to complain about the intermittent electricity, he would receive a good telling off from Sakata, who would remind him that he should be thankful that they had any electricity up in the mountain in the first place.

After all, the only reason why they could use electricity at a place that was more than 2000 metres above sea-level was because of the transmission cables that the power company so kindly laid for them.

When Sakata first opened the Masago Mountain Lodge, there was no power and no running water.

Presently, all Asahi needed to do was turn the handle of a tap and a pipe drawing water from a nearby stream would deliver water to the lodge. He could use electricity and the phone, too. He could take showers as well, even if he couldn't do so every day. A sewerage system was also put in place some years ago in response to the growing number of climbers.

Asahi was thankful for all these, but he thought he shouldn't get used to all these conveniences.

There was a sound in the hallway, and Asahi turned to look at the door. The k.n.o.b slowly turned, and the door quietly swung open. Asada's face peered at him from the hallway.

”You're awake. Good, that saves me the trouble of waking you,” he said, before letting himself into the room despite not being invited in.

Perhaps he had intended to stay the night from the very beginning; Asada was wearing a T-s.h.i.+rt that was thin enough to be worn as an unders.h.i.+rt inside his mountaineering jacket, and a pair of fleece trousers. Even if they were inside a mountain lodge, he should be feeling chilly in that T-s.h.i.+rt… but Asada seemed unfazed by the cold.

”… You always do whatever suits you anyway, even if you found me asleep.” Asahi let slip that sarcastic retort, but Asada chucked easily. ”I guess you are right,” he said.

And like it was the most natural thing in the world, he sat himself on the bedding that was laid out on the floor and wrapped his arms around Asahi, pulling him towards himself.

”Hey… wait. Give me some notice before doing that,” said Asahi in annoyance. He had dropped the pen he was holding in his surprise at the sudden embrace, and it disappeared somewhere under the low table.

”My bad,” said Asada, and held him fast despite Asahi's attempts to pry himself free. A large hand cupped Asahi's jaw in a possessive hold and turned his face towards him, and Asada sealed Asahi's lips with his own.

”Nn…” Asahi frowned at the sudden onslaught, but tension gradually left his shoulders, and he placed his hands on Asada's arms.

Asada exhaled a long, deep sigh of contentment as his lips left Asahi's. ”Winter in Banbajima is the worst… you look like an angel right now,” he said, with his arms still wound around Asahi.

The Banbajima police outpost was where Asada had to spend the entire of last winter. The Murodou police outpost will close at the same time the Alpine Route shuts for the winter, and the policemen on duty supporting operations in both outposts would descend the mountain. Thereafter, they will only be mobilised if an accident occurred in mountains.

A separate force of five men picked from the Mountain Rescue Squad will move themselves to the Banbajima police outpost, where they will be permanently stationed for the winter from December to April. The Banbajima outpost was located at the foot of the route up Mount Tsurugi along the Hayatsuki ridge line. This means that five men would have to cram in a small living s.p.a.ce and would have no one else but each other to talk to for close to five months. Asada once complained to him that there was nothing to do but suffer in mental anguish.

If Asahi had to face the same people twenty-four hours a day for months in a remote, fairly inaccessible place with nothing for miles all around… he wouldn't have lasted three days. On the other hand, Asada was a.s.signed to that duty the year he turned thirty. He had spent every winter in Banbajima for the last five years, and Asahi respected him for being able to do something like that.

”I'm going to run out of gas… allow me to refill my tank.” He pressed his lips against the nape of Asahi's neck, and Asahi's shoulders heaved sharply.

”The new recruit is here… is he not?” A hallway stood between his room and s.h.i.+omi's, but Asahi still felt uneasy knowing that he was, nevertheless, under the same roof. He tried to twist himself out of Asada's arms, but the grip around him only grew tighter.

”It'll be fine. He's had shōchū so he's fast asleep. Even during the climbing course, and during last month's winter training, once he's had alcohol he would sleep better than any of us.”

”But…”

A large hand snaked into the sweats.h.i.+rt he was wearing as pyjamas and brushed against his bare skin. Asada moved slowly, revelling in the sensation of Asahi's skin against his. His teeth gently grazed Asahi's earlobe, and Asahi lost all strength to fight back.

He knows every single one of my weak points, he thought, with a twinge of mortification.

”Asahi… you are as sensitive as ever. Even your nipples are hard.” The pads of his fingers caressed his chest, and Asahi could feel Asada's breath against his ear. In spite of himself Asahi's face grew hot, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

”That's… that's what an old man would say, you know,” began Asahi, but a kiss descended on his lips once again, as if to prevent him from making any more snarky remarks. A tongue slipped in, tickling the inside of his mouth, and something like a cold chill ran up Asahi's spine.

His head grew foggy, and his gaze became vacant. Asada indulged him, intent on pleasuring him, and his kisses felt good. With his lids half-closed, Asahi gently put his arms around Asada, setting his hands on the hard muscles on Asada's broad back. Asada's body was that of a veteran mountain rescue trooper who never missed any of his training sessions, and it was more solidly built than it looked.

Depending on the situation at hand, Asada might have to carry a fallen climber slung over his shoulder. The load on his back added up to about a hundred kilograms including the weight of his own equipment, so it was natural that his back would be powerfully muscled.

Asada broke the kiss and ran his tongue along Asahi's moist lips. ”… Did you miss me? Even just a little?” he asked, and then squinted at Asahi's face.

”No?” offered Asahi with no particular emotion in his voice.

A trace of dryness appeared in Asada's smile. ”Say you did, even if you had to lie.”