<?xml version="1.0"?>
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en">
	<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/api.php?action=feedcontributions&amp;feedformat=atom&amp;user=220.244.52.124</id>
	<title>Baka-Tsuki - User contributions [en]</title>
	<link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/api.php?action=feedcontributions&amp;feedformat=atom&amp;user=220.244.52.124"/>
	<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Special:Contributions/220.244.52.124"/>
	<updated>2026-05-09T04:48:31Z</updated>
	<subtitle>User contributions</subtitle>
	<generator>MediaWiki 1.43.1</generator>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Maria-sama_ga_Miteru:Volume23_Chapter7_5&amp;diff=443217</id>
		<title>Maria-sama ga Miteru:Volume23 Chapter7 5</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Maria-sama_ga_Miteru:Volume23_Chapter7_5&amp;diff=443217"/>
		<updated>2015-05-17T13:15:57Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;220.244.52.124: /* The Heart in the Frosted Glass. Part 5 */ added &amp;quot;only&amp;quot; to a sentence to add clarification.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;The Heart in the Frosted Glass. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 5===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All through the morning she went back and forth over this matter but couldn&#039;t come to a conclusion, so she decided to head out since all she could do at home was worry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, where are you going?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her mom was listening to the morning news as she ironed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I haven&#039;t decided.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was what she truly felt. She might go to Kashiwagi-san&#039;s place, or she might just walk around the block.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What about lunch?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m not hungry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was true too. Her body may have been hungry but her mind was filled with thoughts, so she wasn&#039;t interested in eating.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I wonder if you&#039;re sick.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After temporarily returning the iron to its stand, Yumi&#039;s mother walked over to her and placed her hand on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There&#039;s no fever.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since her mother had been using the iron, her hand was much warmer than Yumi&#039;s head. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After confirming that Yumi&#039;s recent absentmindedness wasn&#039;t due to a fever, her mother quickly gave her permission to head out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay then. But take this with you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was holding out a box of almond chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Even if you&#039;re not hungry now, you might feel like something while you&#039;re out, right? Before you start staggering and fall down, you can eat something sweet.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay. Thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Regardless of whether she&#039;d eat it or not, she expressed her gratitude and put it in her bag.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yuuki had snuck out at some point without Yumi realizing it. She asked her mom about it and was told that he left the house at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&#039;ll be back for dinner, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if she collapsed, she should be able to get back by then.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m heading out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Take care.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as she was at the gate, she saw the old lady that lived next door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Such good timing. Can you give this circular to your mother?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uhh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even though Yumi was heading out, she didn&#039;t have a fixed destination so it wasn&#039;t like she was in a rush, so she said, &amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; and took the piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s dangerous these days. I wonder if I should get your father to make sure my house is safe.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi had no idea what her neighbor was talking about, so she gave a business-like smile and said, &amp;quot;I&#039;m sure he wouldn&#039;t mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Yumi went back to her house, she glanced over the flier which was from the neighborhood association. In amongst things like reports on the association&#039;s activities, rules for taking out the trash, and upcoming events for the next three months was a notice from the local police station.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There&#039;s been a spate of local robberies.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The lady next door had probably been referring to this. By a safe house, she probably meant one that was hard for robbers to break into.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mo~m. There&#039;s a circular from the neighborhood association. I&#039;m leaving it here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi called out, after opening the front door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oka~y. Tha~nks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her mother had gone back to the ironing and was probably in the middle of something, as she just called out in response.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s dangerous, huh.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi was a bit concerned since she&#039;d just been told this, so she took her house key out of her bag and locked the front door before heading out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She peeked into her father&#039;s office from outside, but she couldn&#039;t tell what he was doing. Light was leaking out between the blinds, so he was probably doing some work in there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi thought it was a bit similar to the frosted glass. If her father opened the blinds a bit right now, she could wave and say, &amp;quot;I&#039;m heading out.&amp;quot; She felt vaguely disappointed about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After walking a little way she got on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Arrived at the station.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Got on a train.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Little by little, she was drawing closer to Kashiwagi-san&#039;s house. She hadn&#039;t yet made her decision. But despite this, the distance between them narrowed minute by minute.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She got off the train and got on a different bus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What should she do? If she got off here, she&#039;d be almost at Kashiwagi-san&#039;s house. As she was thinking this, the bus stop&#039;s name was announced.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was a phone box next to the bus stop where she got off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should she call Kashiwagi-san&#039;s cell phone? She only pondered this for a little while. By all rights, that was the polite thing to do when visiting someone&#039;s house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But she didn&#039;t. Despite drawing near to Kashiwagi-san, she still hadn&#039;t made her decision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even after coming all this distance, she wasn&#039;t leaning towards asking about Touko-chan. Instead, now that she was here, it was about fifty-fifty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She could have mulled this over at home. But if she came to a decision that evening – say she decided to go ahead and ask, she wouldn&#039;t be able to get here before nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So she&#039;d closed in on him, so that she could act immediately if she came to such a decision. And even if she decided not to proceed, all she had to do was go home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That said, she couldn&#039;t vacillate forever. She probably couldn&#039;t stand in front of someone else&#039;s house for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What if she arrived at Kashiwagi-san&#039;s house like this? At that moment, Yumi decided she&#039;d press the intercom button.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Despite having been there only once before (and even then she hadn&#039;t been alone, she&#039;d been with Yuuki),  she quickly remembered the way to Kashiwagi-san&#039;s house. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The ten minute walk seemed neither long nor short and she soon arrived at her destination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In front of that recognizable house, Yumi took a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, she had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The massive wooden gate was wide open. As though waiting for an expected visitor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Inside the gate was that marvelous garden. At the end of the stone path was the front door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She quickly found the intercom. Yumi brought her index finger up to the call button.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If she pressed that, Kashiwagi-san would come out. Then she&#039;d have to ask him about Touko-chan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her finger shook. Even though she&#039;d decided to press the button earlier, she couldn&#039;t do it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She wanted Touko-chan to be her petit soeur.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She wanted to know everything about Touko-chan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She wanted to take Touko-chan by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In that case, she should reach out her finger and summon Kashiwagi-san immediately. Call him and request, &amp;quot;Please tell me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(But … !)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just before her mind short-circuited from overthinking, a cool breeze suddenly blew through it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was this really okay? Her voice whispering this in her mind was strangely composed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She wanted Touko-chan to be her petit soeur.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She wanted to know everything about Touko-chan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She wanted to take Touko-chan by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But those were all feelings from Yumi&#039;s side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(In that case, what about Touko-chan?)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Was she thinking that she wanted to be Yumi&#039;s petit soeur?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did she want Yumi to know everything about her?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(I don&#039;t know.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:MM_v23_191.jpg|thumb]] &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was a matter for the other side of the frosted glass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi brought her left hand up and used it to pull her frozen right hand down. She&#039;d realized that asking Kashiwagi-san would be equivalent to forcing open Touko-chan&#039;s closed window from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was something she couldn&#039;t do. If she did that, she felt like Touko-chan would close her heart even further.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someone who would do that was not an onee-sama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They would have no right to be called by that name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi turned on her heels and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After taking a couple of steps, she turned back and looked at Kashiwagi-san&#039;s house. There was a second-floor window right at the spot where she was looking. There may have been someone there, but Yumi couldn&#039;t tell from her position.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yumi retrieved the chocolates from her bag, popped one into her mouth, and started walking towards the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Reflected by the glass window, the afternoon sun was dazzling.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>220.244.52.124</name></author>
	</entry>
</feed>