No. 6 Vol 3 Chapter 3
[Novel] NO. 6 - Vol 3 Ch 3
These are English translations of the novel NO. 6 by Asano Atsuko.
On accents and dialects: I know many people hate the use of dialects in localization because it reinforces a stereotype, but its one of the few ways I can bring character into a persons speech. I have nothing against working-cla.s.s British people, or the Deep South!
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CHAPTER 3
Lands End
Humans were born from the eye of Ra. Ra was the creator of heaven, earth, and all things. Since he was the Sun, and also the ruler of the G.o.ds, it was decided that he would become the first King on earth.
-Egyptian myth The Beginning of Heaven and Earth [1]
It was blurry. Everything was veiled in a haze, and vague.
But I have to wake up...
Safu struggled to open her eyes. She bit her lip as hard as she could. There was a slight pain. She could feel her sensations returning.
Safu realized that she was bound to a stretcher. A white door opened, and she was carted inside. In her blurry vision, she could not make out what was there. She felt her body gliding sideways.
"Ah, are we awake?" It was a mans voice. "No need to be, though. Lets give you an anaesthetic, shall we? Then you can sleep again in peace."
"Where... am I...?"
"Care to take a guess?"
Whats wrong with me? What happened―? I visited Shions house, and then―
There was a man in a Security Bureau uniform.
Are you Safu-san?
The shock in her neck. The numbness that had spread through her body.
Safu almost shrieked in terror. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her voice was stuck at the back of her throat.
"Correc...tional... Facility..."
High-pitched laughter rang out. The man was laughing.
"Do you fancy the Correctional Facility? It seems youve taken a liking to it. I know, once this surgery is over, you can live in your own special suite until you die. Ill have it all arranged."
Surgery?
"Surg..."
"Yes. Youre lying on a surgical table." The mans voice was still filled with mirth. A white glare filled her vision. Safu took it to be the light of a surgical lamp. She was pierced with horror ― stronger than the horror that had seized her when she had been apprehended by the Security Bureau.
A tear spilled from her eye.
"Theres nothing to cry about. There will be no pain, or discomfort. Good night, now."
Shion. Shion. Shion.
This name will protect me from all evil things.
Hell save me. Hell rescue me, and get me out of here ― Shion.
"Shion."
His name was called. Shion stopped his feet. His guard, a large dog, gave a low growl.
"Rikiga-san."
Rikiga was exiting a shabby restaurant through its rickety gla.s.s door. Shabby as it was, it was one of the more decent establishments in the West Blocks bazaar. Most establishments of these sort were cl.u.s.ters of barrels and crates placed outside to sit on, and the dishes were all of an unidentifiable origin. The stench of strong spirits and some mysterious stew wafted out from these stands out into the street, and Shion often found himself pinching his nose. But even so, starving children and old beggars milled about the shops, some wandering in hopes of receiving food, others staring fixedly at the adults bringing their food to their mouths. A shop owner raised his voice angrily, splashing water outside his storefront, and chased the people away as if they were stray dogs or cats.
And in front of these starving people, those who had been able to get their hands on the days sustenance sank their teeth into their food, dripped grease over their mouths, and licked their fingers.
To have money, and to have power.
To have food meant to fulfil these conditions.
Shion had learned this from these few days here. But he still could not get used to it. He couldnt bear to look at the scene before him. He couldnt help but avert his gaze, and look at the ground.
"If it makes you feel better, then give them a handout. But only if you can fill the belly of every single person there," Nezumi had said. For Shion at the present, it was an impossible task.
"What can you do with your half-hearted sympathy? You might be able to save a handful of kids from starvation, for a short time. But that just means youre creating two new types of people― those who are starving, and those who arent. Let me tell you something interesting, Shion. Its more excruciating for people whove filled their belly once to starve, than for people who have never been full at all. Nothing is more harsh than starvation after satiation. These kids here have never eaten until theyre full. They dont know what its like to be satisfied. Thats why they can put up with it. Understand? Theres nothing you can do here, absolutely nothing."
Nezumi had spat those words, and strode out of the room. But before that, he had stopped abruptly before the door, and turned around. A brown dog was sprawled off to the side.
"So Inukashis lent this dog to you as your bodyguard, huh? And I hear your wages were a little more flush than usual. Looks like youve become his favourite."
"He says hell let me continue working for him. He asked me to clean the guest rooms and take care of the dogs."
"And you took the job?"
"Of course," Shion replied enthusiastically. "I was so happy, I thanked him over and over again."
Nezumi sneered.
"Will you look at that. Mr. No. 6 Elite is rejoicing over a housecleaning and dogkeeping job. It should be interesting to see how much lower youre going to stoop."
"I dont think Im stooping," Shion said promptly. "Youd agree, wouldnt you? You dont think this is stooping at all."
Nezumis shapely face contorted slightly. He hunched his shoulders.
"Oh yeah, Shion. You got paid by Inukashi today, didnt you? Go out and buy some dried meat and bread."
"At the market?"
"You dont know any other place to buy food, do you?" Nezumi said sarcastically.
"Well―yeah, but..."
"Dried meat and bread. Inspect it carefully when they give it to you. s.p.a.ce out like you usually do, and youll be stuck with a mouldy brick of a loaf. And haggle. Haggle like no tomorrow. Im off."
The door closed, and his footsteps faded into the distance.
He would have to buy dried meat and bread in front of those children.
Nezumi had told him to.
Dried meat, and bread.
Shions stomach growled insistently. His mouth watered. He had had only the slice of bread and fruits that Inukashi had given him at noon. He was terribly hungry. He had not eaten any meat, nor soft bread, for days.
His stomach growled, his mouth watered.
He wanted to eat. He wanted to sate his empty stomach.
Shion sighed, and pulled his hat further down over his head.
What can you do with your half-hearted sympathy?
He recalled Nezumis words again and again.
Youre right. I cant do anything. Im just pretending to pity those kids to boost my self-respect. The truth is that Im about to buy meat and bread, right in front of those children, to satisfy my own hunger. Thats my true form ― thats the kind of person I am. Nezumi, is that what you meant?
There were a few coins in his pocket. It was his days payment that he had received from Inukashi.
"Part of that is a thank-you for treating my brother. I cant always pay you this much." Inukashi had said this rather curtly, but Shion was grateful for his kindness. It may have been quite a large amount for a days worth of work. But even so, it was enough to cover only a few strips of dried meat and two or three loaves of mouldy bread. There was almost no food left in their room, otherwise buried in books. He wouldnt be able to live off Nezumis goodwill forever. He had to secure a means of providing for himself, however little it was.
Shion pushed the door open, and stepped outside. The dog slowly got to its feet, and trailed after him. When Shion set foot into the market street, it drew up to Shions side and kept pace with him closely. He was trained well. It was apparent that Inukashi had quite a hand with his dogs. Shion smiled sheepishly as he caught himself, yet again, being surprised or impressed like with so many other things since coming to the West Block.
It was already dusk. Darkness was setting in, and the cooing and bellowing of voices echoed even more loudly in the air. Under ripped tents, and in front of barracks, people sold and bought things, ate, and drank. As soon as the warmth of the afternoon slipped beneath the horizon, the ground beneath them grew colder by the minute. Business was probably booming at Inukashis hotel. For those who had nowhere warm to sleep, it was going to be an unpleasant night. Bare-breasted women called out from the darkness of the alleyways, and old women clad in rags huddled on the ground in the same darkness. Children trotted about, nimbly threading through the crowd, and being yelled at occasionally. And still people bought and sold, ate, and drank.
Dont know what waits for me tomorrow. But at least Ive lived through today.
So Ill eat. So Ill drink. Here, its everything weve got.
All the things Ive said, cant enjoy em once Im dead
So Im alive an enjoyin em today.
Thats everything. Here, its everything. My everything.
Someone was singing off-key. Shion paused, and tilted an ear to the voice. He hugged the parcel of dried meat and bread that he had just bought close to his chest. This clamour that seemed to rush at him and overwhelm him ― this clamour, this jumble of noises that seemed to burst out of the ground itself ―
It was all connected to those who had a strong attachment to life, and the energy that they radiated. Here, everyone clung fast to life. They greedily latched onto survival. Because nothing insured a tomorrow for them, these people lived with even more desperation. This energy, this clamour. It was something that didnt exist, wasnt allowed to exist, in No. 6.
What feelings did Nezumi have as he walked through these streets?
"Brother."
A feeble voice called out to him. He turned to see a thin child robed in faded cloth. He had long, matted hair, and a dirty face. Shion couldnt tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
"Spare some bread for me," the child pleaded weakly, in a voice that was barely a whisper. "I havent eaten for three days. Please, just a morsel."
The childs countenance reminded him of a little girl he got along with back in Lost Town. Her name was Lili.
"A morsel..."
A pair of tiny hands stretched toward him. Almost without a thought, Shion was putting his hand into his parcel. As soon as he pulled out a round roll, an impact slammed into his back. He had been shoved. He staggered. As Shion lost his balance, a pair of small hands s.n.a.t.c.hed the parcel from Shions arms. At the same time, he was shoved violently in the back once more, and he fell to his knees.
"Run!"
The child shouted energetically, almost unrecognizable from the whisper moments before. Several children yelled after him as they stormed past Shion. The dog leapt forward swiftly and silently. He attacked the child who had stolen the parcel. Screams rose from the group.
Still hugging the package of dried meat and bread in both hands, the child crumpled to the ground. A few strips of meat and a piece of bread fell out and scattered on the ground. The dog pinned the child down with its legs, and bared its teeth.
"Stop it! Heel!" Shion had shouted without thinking. The dog obeyed, closed its mouth, and looked up at Shion reproachfully. The child didnt miss his chance. He sprang up, and broke into a sprint with the package in his arms. He moved with the swiftness and agility of a wild animal. In moments, his small back had disappeared into the throng. The other children had also melted into the crowd, out of sight.
"Amazing..."
Shion couldnt help but murmur at their cunning ways. Admittedly, he was impressed. He soon realized that this was no time to be impressed, and stooped to gather what was left of his meat and bread. What would Nezumi say, after seeing it reduced to almost one-third of its original amount? Would he say nothing, and shrug his shoulders? Would he sneer?
Shion shrugged off his coat and wrapped the bread and meat with it. He would share this with Nezumi for dinner tonight. Those children would probably do the same. They would share it amongst themselves, and each have a tiny morsel of food for dinner. Naive, and meaningless sympathy. He knew Nezumi would criticize him scathingly, but Shion was still a little relieved.
At least tonight, those children would have food. Right now, he had no power to free them from starvation. He couldnt do anything. But if his meat and bread would stave off their empty stomachs even for a short time― wasnt that at least a little meaningful? It was acceptable enough to give up because he was powerless to do anything. It was acceptable, but it was arrogant. Wouldnt you think so, Nezumi?
"Oy, you there, fella."
From a stall selling roasted kebabs, the female shopkeeper called over to him in her raspy voice. "Will ya stop standin in front o my store all dazed-like? Being a nuisance, you is. Disruptin business!"
"Oh, Im sorry," Shion bowed his head hastily in apology, but the shop mistress was already busy dealing with other customers to notice him. Here, no one looked out for other strangers. They simply werent interested. Whether there be robbery on the street, or a beggar dying, or a fight breaking out, no one cared. It all blended into the scenery of daily occurrences.
"Well, lets go home, then," Shion called over to the dog, and noticed its jaws snapping as it was chewing something.
"Hey, wait a minute, dont tell me youre―"
The dog gulped the meat in its mouth, and looked up at him with a flash of a grin.
"When did you manage to pick that meat up? A lot quicker than me, huh."
The dog lolled its pink tongue, licked its chops, and began trotting briskly ahead of him. Shion was amused, though he wasnt sure why.
He had been following the dog for some time when he was stopped by Rikiga. Outwardly, Rikigas job was publishing lewd adult magazines. But behind the scenes, he acted as a middleman for prost.i.tutes, and that was his livelihood. Among his patrons there were said to be higher officials of No. 6 as well. In the words of Nezumi, it was from these kinds of people that Rikiga cunningly weaselled great amounts money.
But he was also the man that Shions mother Karan told him to go to for help. According to Rikiga, a long time ago before No. 6 and the West Block was been divided with a wall of special alloy, he had met and fallen in love with Karan. But it was only he who had fallen in love, and Karan had merely shown agreement toward the articles that Rikiga had written as a journalist at that time.
"Hes the prime example of a corrupted man." These were also Nezumis words, but Shion found he liked the somewhat aloof and fearless aura of the man who had once loved his mother. This man wasnt completely corrupted. He still had journalism in his bones. That was what Shion felt.
Rikigas face was beet-red from drunkenness, and even his eyes were bloodshot. It looked like he had been drinking quite a bit.
"Rikiga-san, its bad for your health if you dont lay off the alcohol a little."
"Youre so kind, Shion. I feel like Karans the one reprimanding me. She was just saying to me the other day, Please, Rikiga, mind your health."
"The other day? My mother?"
"In my dream. Ever since seeing you, Karans started appearing in my dreams. And every single time I see her, she scolds me. Dont drink, dont be reckless, dont lose sight of what your job should really be―"
A flush that was not from alcohol rose in Rikigas cheeks. He turned his face away as if to avoid Shions gaze.
"Well, a dreams just a dream. Karans moved on, gotten herself an admirable son like you. Im sure shes changed from when she was younger ― in appearance, and heart too."
"Shes aged," Shion conceded. "And shes gotten a little plump. ―But if she were to see you again, Rikiga-san, Im sure shed say the same thing she said to you in your dream. Thats the kind of person she is."
Rikiga opened his mouth to say something, and then pursed his lips.
"All that about Karan― its― its alright. To tell you the truth, its a bit painful remembering..." he trailed off before abruptly changing the subject. "So are you alone today?"
"Im with the dog."
"The one thats glaring at me suspiciously right now? You wouldnt wanna bite me, mutt. Just so you know, my meat is soaked in booze, and its running in my veins. Sink your teeth into this, and youll go belly-up from alcohol poisoning."
The dog glanced up at the drunken man, twitched its nose disdainfully, and scowled. Shion looked down and chuckled to himself.
"Whats his problem?" Rikiga grumbled at the dog. "So, no one else with you today apart from the dog?"
"Are you talking about Nezumi?"
"Yeah. That sarcastic smart-aleck of an actor. Geez, I dont think Ive met anyone as foul-mouthed as he is."
"But you were his fan, right?"
"I just didnt know his true ident.i.ty, thats all. I mean, Eve is quite enthralling onstage. I never would have guessed that hed be such an impolite a.s.shole. The kid goes around saying whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Hard to imagine how a beautiful face like that can be so brash and brutal. Unbelievable, I tell ya."
"Nezumi only speaks the truth."
No matter how harsh or ruthless his words were, they never carried any lies. That was why they became blades and spears that pierced Shions chest, and left a pain that he could not forget. It was a pain that he would never have known if he had not met Nezumi. Every time the countless pangs stirred restlessly deep in his chest, Shion felt something in himself changing little by little. A part crumbled away, while another part rebuilt itself; and yet another part would be born anew. Each word from Nezumi, and the pain that accompanied it led Shion to change, and kept urging him forward. Shion could vividly feel himself being changed and shaped by the force of another.
"You know, Shion. If it gets too unbearable, you can stay over with me," Rikiga said as they walked side-by-side. His breath hit Shions cheek, and reeked of alcohol.
"Unbearable? What do you mean?"
"No, I understand," Rikiga said abruptly. "You dont have to hide it. I cant imagine how it wouldnt be unbearable living with Eve. Im guessing your living conditions are less-than-standard. Are you getting enough to eat? Now, I think this highly unlikely, but if in some nasty turn of events, you get influenced by Eve and your personality gets as twisted as his― hm," he grunted to himself. "Indeed. Theres no way I can let that happen to Karans son. Come live at my place. Ill give you enough to eat, and give you a warm bed to sleep in."
"No, thats alright. Im fine."
"But Karan sent word to come to me for help, right?"
"Yes, but I dont want to be a burden on you, Rikiga-san," Shion insisted. "Im fine. Ive managed until now, and Ill keep managing. And I actually enjoy being around Nezumi."
"Theres no way youd enjoy being around an a.s.s like him. You dont have to put on a brave face. Youre having a hard time, arent you? Look, youre not even wearing a sweater. You poor kid."
"Oh, no, Im just using my sweater to wrap my meat and bread―"
But Rikiga wasnt listening to Shions answer. He was glancing at his surroundings, and nodding fervently to himself.
"I know a good store. Lets go there." He yanked Shion by the arm, and walked into a shop that was lined with an enormous quant.i.ty of clothes. It looked like a used-clothing shop, and there were garments even hanging from the ceiling. The clothes ranged from well-worn to almost new.
"Gday." A woman almost as large as the shopkeeper from the kebab stand materialized out of the shadows of a mountain of clothes. As soon as she noticed that Rikiga was her customer, she pasted a bright business smile onto her face.
"Whah, Mr. Rikiga. Nice to see you again," she drawled. "If youre looking for a dress to give to someone, weve got some very good ones, we do. One of these would leave her pleased as punch, yessir."
"No, Im not looking for womens clothes today," replied Rikiga. "Can you find something warm that would look nice on this boy here?"
The womans eyes narrowed, and her gaze raked Shion from head to toe.
"Whah, what an adorable gentleman we have heah," she said appreciatively. "And mah, what bee-yootiful hair. Is it fashionable with young people these days?"
Shion pulled his wool hat further down over his eyes. His glossy white hair stood out, even in the dim darkness of the shop. When the parasite wasp had hatched inside him, as the price for his survival or some sort of side-effect, Shions hair had been drained of its colour in a single night, and a red scar had appeared on his skin, snaking its way up from his leg to his neck. He could hide his scar with clothing, but with his hair, it wasnt so easy. His snowy hair and youthful face were an unusual combination, and drew stares wherever he went. In the West Block, it wasnt particularly out-of-place for young people to be balding or have greying hair from malnutrition. There were many children that had salt-and-pepper hair which would otherwise be more common to those entering their senior years. But those like Shion, whose every strand of hair was pure white and shiny, was a rarity.
"Its more transparent than white, Id say. I think it looks way prettier than before, to tell you the truth." Even Nezumi had said so, while touching his hair with his fingertips.
"Is he your boy? Highly unlikely, Ahd say," the women remarked, her artificial smile still plastered to her face as she gazed at Shion. He felt like he was being sized up. It was a little uncomfortable.
"Rikiga-san, um, I really dont need any winter clothes, can we just―"
"Nonsense," Rikiga interrupted. "Winters here are harsh. Youve got barely enough flesh on those bones to get you through. You need some good, warm clothes to keep the cold out. Well?" he said impatiently to the shopkeeper. "Are you going to put out some clothes or not? If youre not, Ill take my business elsewhere."
Under Rikigas glare, the woman sprang hastily into motion.
"Whah, of course Ah will. Weve actually just gotten a shipment in. Just a momen now." The woman heaved an armload of clothes from behind a dirty curtain.
"There y go. Choose any one you like. Theyre all excellent qualitay."
Shion had his doubts about whether they were of excellent qualitay or not, but there was certainly a variety of garments. There were overcoats, half-coats, sweaters, heavy shawls, and sports jackets of every size, material, and colour, all heaped high.
"Guess you just have to look in the right place," Shion muttered to himself. Here was a wealth of clothing, where just down the road there were people clad in rags, shivering in the cold. Even in a severely impoverished place like the West Block, there was still a stark divide between the poor and privileged.
"Shion, you dont need to be modest. Pick anything that catches your eye."
"But Rikiga-san, theres no reason for you to be so good to me―"
"Dont worry about it. Youre Karans son― and to me, that sort of feels like youre my son too. Think of it as a kind of treat from your dad."
Shion blinked, and gazed into Rikigas flushed face. It looked like his drinking had done away with some of his inhibitions; what he was saying now was probably close to how he truly felt. Perhaps Rikiga had lived alone all this time in the West Block, with no family. And now, he was trying to re-enact the sort of family life he never had, with the son of a woman he had once loved. Freedom and loneliness. He had the cunning it took to succeed in the underground business with No. 6 officials as his patrons; but he had the frailty of one who had wearied of living too long in solitude.
Humans were complex. They housed in themselves both resilience and frailty; ying and yang; light and shadow; sacred and sinful. Here was the true form of a human that Shion would never have been able to map from the vast sea of knowledge he had acquired in No. 6.
What he knew of the human body ― of roughly 32,000 genes; approximately 100,000 different kinds of proteins; 300 million base sequences of DNA; its neurons; collagen fibres; macrophages; the layered structure of muscles; the volume of blood in circulation ― he didnt think any of it a waste. He didnt think so at all. Butunderstanding a human being was an entirely different dimension. It was impossible to grasp any of the complexity or true form of a living being from systematic knowledge or information that could be converted to numbers.
It was something that Shion had learned from his days of living with Nezumi on this land.
"Well, in that case, I guess Ill choose freely."
"Thats more like it," Rikiga said jovially. "Which one do you want? Find anything you like?"
Shion pulled out a dark, heavy coat.
"Ill take this one. It looks warm."
"Are you sure you want something that dull? Alright, then pick a flashy sweater. Youre young, youd look better in bright colours."
"No, really―" Shion protested, "I dont need so much."
"Nonsense. The coat by itself isnt going to keep you warm enough."
"Ahd say so too mahself, sir," the woman chimed in. "Our sweaters are verywarm, see. Whah dont you trah some on?"
The woman confidently yanked a sweater out of the pile. The mountain of clothes collapsed, and spilled in an avalanche over the floor.
"Oh, mah. Well. Ah do apologize―"
Rikiga clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"What are you doing?" he said irritably. "Now we cant even choose from this mess. Ridiculous, huh, Shion." He paused. "Shion ― whats wrong?"
Although Rikiga had spoken right beside him, his words did not reach Shions ears. His gaze was glued to what had appeared underneath the scattered garments. All sound and colour disappeared from around him, and only that thing rose up into his vision.
It was a grey half-coat.
The soft colour, with a hint of blue; its premium quality obvious to the touch; the large b.u.t.tons on the cuffs of the sleeves ― he had seen them before.
"This is―" His hand trembled as he grasped the coat. There was a rip in the shoulder that had been sewn up crudely with black thread. There was also a b.u.t.ton missing, which looked like it had been torn off. His hands shook violently. He wanted them to stop, but they would not.
"That one capture your fancy? Ah, but this is ladies coat, see. The very best qualitay, of course ― but maht be just a little snug on you, sir. Ah dont think it would fit. The last coat, the black one, that would look much―"
"Where did you―"
"Ah beg your pardon?"
"Im asking you where you got this from!" He was yelling. He had no intention of intimidating the woman, but she raised her eyebrows in surprise, and took a step backwards.
"This coat― where― where did you get it?"
"Shion!"
Rikiga clamped a hand on Shions shoulder from behind. "Whats wrong? What are you getting all worked up for? Whats wrong with the coat?"
Shion swallowed hard, and clenched the coat in his hands.
"This belongs to Safu."
"Safu? Whos that?"
"My friend. My... very precious..."
"Friend? You mean, from when you were still inside the city?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure its not a mistake? There must be dozens of coats that look like this."
Shion gritted his teeth in hopes of stopping the trembling in his fingers, and shook his head from side to side.
It was no mistake. This was Safus coat. It had been a gift from her only blood relative, her grandmother, and even for a boy like Shion, he could tell that it was an elegant and becoming piece that complimented Safus well-defined face.
"Your Grandma must really know you well, Safu. She always chooses things that look the best on you," he had said.
"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, shes raised me all my life, after all. Hey, Shion― if you were to give me a coat, what kind would you give me?"
"What? Im sorry, but my wages are never gonna be able to get you a coat as nice as that one."
"Im just saying, what if? I want to know what you would choose."
"Hmm, tough question."
"Well, think hard. Solving difficult questions is your thing, isnt it?"
Last year, they had walked down a winter path holding this kind of conversation. The rays of the winter sun had streamed through the bare branches and shone down on Safu, making her coat glow dimly. That was the first time he had thought his childhood friend looked beautiful. The wintry sun, the warm smile, the grey coat. It was Safus. He was sure of it.
Why― what was this doing here? Why, why, why....
"Why?" Shion pressed urgently. "Where, and how did you get this coat? Tell me, please. Now."
"Shion, calm down." Rikiga stepped out in front of Shion, and blocked the womans way. "So, what route did you ship this in through? Did it find its way here from No. 6, or―"
The womans face had long been wiped clean of its plastic smile. Instead, it was filled with bold and disdainful suspicion.
"Whah, I never. Here Ah am, bein polite for you, Mr. Rikiga, and what do Ah get in return? Is it any of your business where Ah get mah things? Or what is it― plannin to find all the faults you can with mah goods, and get them for cheap, Ah suppose? This is no joking matter, no, this is not. Ahm not laughing one bit."
"What the h.e.l.l would I be doing wanting to make you laugh?" Rikiga snapped. "I can a.s.sure you the chances of that is slimmer than a hair on my head. Why arent you talking? What are you being so cautious for? Its that risky, is it, wherever youre getting these shipped from?"
The woman opened her wide mouth and let forth a stream of indignant complaints.
"Thas quite enough. Ahll have you know Ah run a decent business round these parts. If youve got somethin to complain about, you can show yourself the door. Git out, Ah say. Go home!"
Before she could finish, Rikiga had twisted her arm behind her back, and pinned her down on the counter.
"What the h.e.l.l are you doin? You dirty littl b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"
"If you dont want your arm broken, you better spit it out," Rikiga said darkly. "How did you get this coat?"
"Ah got it from the waste disposal plant in No. 6. Picked it up cause it was floatin in the sewage. Thas all, mercy, Jesus!" She winced in pain.
"There was sewage coming out of that place? I dont think Ive heard anything about that."
"Thas whah Ahm sayin, it was a long time ago ― does it matter, really? They threw t away cause it was garbage, Ahm free to do whatever Ah want with it. Its n.o.bodys business, specially not yours."
"Youre lying!" Shion yelled. "Thats a lie! This coat was important to Safu. She would never throw it away!"
"Whats the noise about?" A door at the back of the store opened, and a man walked in. He was a giant ― at least two metres tall in height. It looked like he weighed at least a hundred kilograms. His head was completely bald, and his face was strangely twisted. Despite the season, he was only clad in a short-sleeved T-shirt. Tattoos of a scorpion and skull decorated his thick arms.
"Youre back, and just in tahm. Will you kick these two out of here?" The woman smiled contemptuously while still being pinned by Rikiga. "Ahll have you know that mah husbands got mighty strong muscles in them arms. Could sure break a neck or two fore breakfast. Ahd git outta here if Ah were you, fore you end up dead."
Rikiga let go of the woman, and shrugged his shoulders casually.
"Well?" said the woman impatiently. "Whatre you dawdling for? Beat em til they can barely stand, go on."
The man remained silent. Then, without uttering a single word, he bowed his head low.
"Long time no see, Conk," Rikiga said momentarily. "Didnt know you settled down. So youre the hubby of a clothes-dealer now, huh?"
"Got married a month ago," the man mumbled.
"Well, well. Congratulations. Will you be kind and ask your beautiful wife where she got this coat? Shes got a lot of s.p.u.n.k, this madam of yours. Having a hard time getting the truth out of her."
The man whom Rikiga called Conk stared intently at the coat in Shions hands, and turned to the woman.
"Tell Rikiga-san the truth."
"Whah, whas gotten in to you all of a sudden? What do you have to listen to them for?"
"Rikiga-san was good to me a long time ago. Hurry up. Say it."
Under Conks threatening gaze, the womans face twisted into a scowl. Still scowling, she turned her face away huffily.
"Ah jus bought it off some middleman. Ah dunno where he mahtve gotten it."
Rikiga clicked his tongue.
"Liar. Theres no way you wouldnt know where your merchandise came from."
"Ah dont know what Ah dont know," the woman said stubbornly. "No way Ah would."
Rikiga posed another question while restraining Conk, who had taken a step forward with a clenched fist.
"Then tell me who that middleman is," he said. "Ill be able to figure out the rest."
The woman didnt answer. Rikiga extracted a few bills from his breast pocket, placed them in the womans hand, and closed her fingers around them.
"You were talking to yourself, and you let the middlemans name slip. We just happened to overhear. Well keep it that way. I wont cause you trouble."
The woman glanced at the bills in her hand, and with her face still turned aside, mumbled an answer.
"Its the dogkeeper. That weird squirt who uses his dogs to do business."
The dog curled up at Shions feet p.r.i.c.ked its ears. Rikiga gave a low growl.
"Inukashi, huh. Then it mustve come from the Correctional Facility."
"Correctional Facility?" Shion echoed in disbelief.
"Yeah," said Rikiga. "I heard the kid pa.s.ses prisoners belongings along to the underground market."
Shions heart stopped. Or at least, it felt like it did. He couldnt breathe. There was a dull ringing in his ears.
Correctional Facility, prisoners, Correctional Facility, prisoners, Correctional Facility...
"Then Safu... shes inside the Correctional Facility?"
"Most likely," Rikiga answered heavily. "And she probably hasnt been invited cordially as a guest, either. Shes probably been taken into custody― treated as a prisoner, no doubt."
Shion burst out of the store with the grey coat in his arms.
He had to see Inukashi immediately. He had to learn the truth from him.
"Shion!"
Behind him, Rikigas yell scattered on the wind and dispersed fruitlessly into the air.
The man was walking strangely, and he had been doing so for some time. He stumbled on unsteady feet as if he were drunk.
Twelve-year-old Juse tilted his head in bewilderment as he dismounted from his bicycle. Off to the left, he could see the apartment building where he and his family lived. He was in a corner of a park, one of many that dotted the residential area. Although it wasnt as large as the Forest Park, it was nevertheless a peaceful alcove abundant in greenery. Juse pushed his bicycle along ― a crossroad bike he had gotten for this twelfth birthday from his father ― and followed the man with his gaze. He couldnt help but be concerned; he couldnt just leave the man there. His mother was always lamenting this habit of his. Dont get involved in other peoples business, she would say. You seem to want to stick your nose into everything, Juse. I wonder if youve gotten it from your grandfather. But if he hadgotten it from his grandfather, for Juse it would have been the best thing he could ask for. He always thought so in his heart.
Juse loved his grandfather. When Juse was still young, his grandfather, who had once been a sailor, would always sit Juse on his lap and tell him stories. He spoke of the sea, which Juse had never seen before; of great white whales that were as big as mountains; lands that were suspended year-round in snow and ice; flocks of tens of thousands of b.u.t.terflies that streamed across the sky in one large flowing ma.s.s; giants that lived above the clouds; mysterious creatures that lived deep beneath the sea; faeries; magic; ancient wars of the G.o.ds ― his mother hated it, but there was a time in Juses life when he became completely engrossed in the stories that his grandfather would tell him.
He grew up, and not long after he began attending an inst.i.tution selected by the Education Bureau, he received a formal reprimand from the instructor that he had delusional tendencies. He was told that this was a concern for his future. His mother broke down in tears, and his father reeled from the blow. Juse was streamed into the Special Program and received special instruction for a full year. It was mandated to him, and he was not given a choice. All the old books he had borrowed from the shelves of his grandfather were disposed of. And a few months later, his grandfather disappeared altogether. He had been taken to the Twilight Cottage. Juse always heard from people how it was the greatest happiness any elderly person could ask for, but he himself cried in bed for many nights from the loneliness of never being able to see his grandfather again. And on nights where he cried himself to sleep, he always dreamt of the stories his grandfather used to tell him.
A year later, Juse had stopped talking about great white whales, or faeries with transparent wings. The adults sighed breaths of relief. But in the depths of the boys soul, the stories remained secretly alive, and breathed within him. He would never be able to wash them away. Perhaps that was why he found himself still concerned about other people, even now. He couldnt help but wonder, what does this person do? Whats he feeling right now? But he had also acquired the sense not to say it out loud.
"Oh―!" Juse cried out softly. The man had collapsed at the foot of a beech tree. The man groaned in pain. Juse left his crossroad bike and trotted to the mans side. He thought he saw something black fly away from the man, who was lying face down. Juse didnt have the time to check. The mans body had begun convulsing, but soon lay still.
"Um― sir―"
Juse called out to him hesitantly. He peered into the mans face. The next moment, Juse was screaming.
-- END OF CHAPTER 3 --
Notes
Translated from the j.a.panese. (back)