Chapter 10
“For Senkaku”
The weaves of reality blurred around me. Everything blanked out. Everything around me began to fade. I could tell: a message was coming. The transition between the real world and that of the ‘message’ had never got any less uncomfortable.
As the transition faded, I found myself walking down a hallway. I felt like taking a deep breath of relief. It was a benign start, compared to most I had had the misfortune of receiving.
The first thing I saw was a familiar walkway, long, dull and poorly lit. The stagnant smell of the Institute wafted into my nostrils. I could recognize the place with my eyes closed.
Apprehension gripped me. Did Sarion do to me what he said he was not going to? Was he actually sending me back? What was exactly going on?
And then I realized something about my body felt very, very wrong.
I was in control no longer. My arms moved, my legs strode, my eyes glanced to and fro, my body swayed back and forth to the rhythm of my steps… I couldn’t even hold my breath any more. All the muscles on my face were unresponsive. I would have scream, but my lungs and throat refused to cooperate. I was trapped in my own body.
Or was I?
‘My’ body was much, much larger than it normally was. I felt far heavier, far less slender and far more thick-muscled. Previously I had to stand on tiptoes to reach the top edge of the signs along the corridor with the tip of my middle finger. Now my eyes was just slightly lower than the same edge.
Then there was the matter of the disturbingly large… mass of something now taking up residence between my legs.
Thoughts failed me.
I let my new body carry me around while trying not to think too hard about… well, everything.
And then whatever remained of my crushed consciousness registered a change. The sound of an automatic door sliding open was punctuated by a sudden, air-conditioner-induced temperature drop.
I – or rather, the body – was standing inside the foyer of one of the Institute’s office blocks. Curiosity relieved my panic, but only enough to let me devour the scenery within. Any and every office block had been off-limits to us. I might have cared what lay behind their tinted glass automatic doors once upon a time. Now that interest was piqued again.
It looked exactly like I imagined. Generic Office Building #8295 in a manga set in the modern time. An unoccupied receptionist’s table squarely in the middle. One set of salons to the left. One water dispenser at the right wall. Everything was bleached in fluorescent white light. Spotless. Sterile. Unnerving.
I did not have to wait for long. The automatic door on the opposite side of the room slid open. In came two Institute scientists in stereotypical white labcoats flanked by four security personnel carrying assault rifles. Type-89 “Buddy” 5.56mm assault rifles, to be exact. I didn’t understand why I suddenly knew what they were called – I just did. In any case, I was in the company of several heavily armed soldiers. I felt a sudden urge to squat down and cover my face screaming bloody murder.
Of course, the controller of my body would have none of it. My body briskly walked forward, until I was within an arm’s reach from the scientists. And by extension, well within instant perforation radius if the security personnel decided I was a threat.
The body allowed me a glance at the two scientistx. I felt like shivering hard. One of the scientist was unmistakeably familiar. His receding grey hair and wrinkled forehead and hands betrayed his age. His lab coat ill suited him – everyone was used to seeing him in a business suit, standing on a dais and deliver whatever speech the day called for.
Professor Shiraishi Tetsuya. Director of the Institute for the last three years. The only member of the staff whose face everyone was guaranteed to know. Yet few would imagine the man looking like he did now. He was nervous: sweating and shaking, and his voice was trembling. The articulate speech-giver we knew was gone.
He extended his hand towards me.
“Dr. Kokonoe.” He hesitated. “Sir.”
My lips and tongue began to move in response. A deep, commanding voice echoed from the depth of my throat. Very masculine. Very monotonous.
“I came as soon as I was informed,” ‘I’ said. “Cut to the chase. What is the current situation?”
A shiver would run down my spine if I had one of my own. The voice was not particularly old: the man whose body I was sharing must not have been older than thirty. And yet he was speaking to the much older man like a junior. Either he was incredibly impudent, or incredibly powerful. Socially speaking.
“Like the report said – four girls have gone missing after Ms. Hasegawa, sir,” Professor Shiraishi said. “Including Dr. Aizawa’s daughter.” He stared at the ground, clasping his hands before rising again. “In any case, between last night’s security breach and this morning… we’ve caught at least five more trying to leave, and-”
“Indeed?” ‘I’ interrupted. “Have you dealt with them properly?”
“We tried our best, but,” he glanced at his colleague, then at the security guards, then back at me. “… not without casualties.”
“You could have handled this better,” ‘I’ said, my head swaying from side to side.
“We know, sir.” the Director lowered his voice. “Unfortunately, as I said… we don’t know what happened. It was too sudden… too fast… nobody saw it coming.”
“Then it is your responsibility to find out, wasn’t it, Professor?” ‘I’ said. “To say nothing about not letting security breaches happen in the first place.”
“With all due respect, sir, we are trying,” the Director said, trying his best to sound neither angry nor frightened. His bushy brows furrowed. “We’ve found no real traces or evidence save for the… cards.”
My hand reached for my chin.
“I’ve read the reports about the cards, but like you said, ‘with all due respect’,” ‘I’ said, “The theories you’ve got honestly don’t hold much water. Teleportation and possible occult metaphysics?” My voice turned into a menacing growl. “This country pays you a fortune to keep the place under complete control, and this is how you repay her?”
“But that is everything we’ve come up with!” the Director protested. “There is no other way to-”
“If I didn’t know you personally, Professor Shiraishi,” I said disdainfully. “I would have taken you for a foreign spy sabotaging Japanese national defense.”
“B-but sir! There’s an explanation out there somewhere, and I’ll get it!”
“No. No you cannot,” ‘I’ said.
I stepped backward, probably for emphasis, and cleared my voice.
“Professor Shiraishi,” ‘I’ said. “You are hereby dismissed for gross negligence and misuse of authority as Director of the Institute. You have six hours to gather your belongings and report to the Security Erasure office. Along with the rest of your family.”
I produced from my person an official-looking sheet of paper.
“Direct order from the Prime Minister,” ‘I’ raised my voice. “I’m sorry, Professor. You have to go.”
The old director lifted his hands towards the sheet, his gesture and expression looked as if it was a hundred-pound load he was carrying, not a piece of paper. His bloodshot eyes swept across the page, until he finally reached a particular line.
“You… you are to replace me?”
“That is the decision, yes,” ‘I’ said, the person behind it making a point to sound as remorseless as humanly possible.
Suddenly the old man’s expression changed. Long the old man gazed into my eyes. A pang of guilt welled in me: there he was, a man at the end of his journey, looking at me as though I was a child in the family. A child in the family who had made a decision so outrageous, so repugnant he could not fathom.
“Is that… that the choice you’ve made?”
Fear evaporated from the now-ex-Director’s face. In its place, sorrow and disgust. His face grimaced, his eyes twitched, his nostrils flared. He shook his head, making no effort to hide his disappointment.
“You misunderstand. It’s never been my choice.” ‘I’ shook my head. “Japan made the decision for me. For the greater good.”
Suddenly I felt a spike of emotion like nothing I had ever felt before. Doubt. Fear. Regret. Uncertainty. Hatred, too. I did not understand how they came to be. I just had a vague hunch – the other person was not at his most stable.
He was just masterful at hiding it. ‘My’ voice barely changed.
I placed a hand on the scientist’s shoulder.
“Nothing personal, sensei.” ‘I’ said. “I will remember you even when nobody else does.”
I took a deep breath.
“Now please hand over the key.” ‘I’ said. “You know the procedure from day one.”
I heard a rustle. Next thing I knew, a gold-lined keycard was lying face-down in my palm. Meanwhile, the professor was seized by the arms by two of the armed guards.
“Escort the ex-Director out and make sure he goes without incidents,” I said. “Try not to hurt him or his family. Or their belongings for that matter.”
There was something oddly serene as Professor Shiraishi straightened up his jacket and began walking towards the door. Not knowing what happened between the two men before, I had no way to guess what they were thinking. I did, however, feel ‘my’ hands sweating intensely.
“For Senkaku, Kokono…” Professor Shiraishi said, “Yoshi. Take care.”
“For Senkaku, sensei,” ‘I’ said, not even turning back to glimpse at the professor. “And yes. I will.”
No sooner had the door closed behind me than I turned towards one of the remaining security guards.
“Captain Hijikata,” ‘I’ said. “If by any stroke of luck the missing girls are still inside the facility, you’re authorized to use lethal force.”
“Sir,” said the guardsman with a salute.
As the guardsman turned around towards the doorway, a horrifying thought chimed through my head.
“If we can’t have them, neither can China or North Korea. Or the United States.”
And then everything blurred.
***
“You have seen enough.” He looked at me. “Haven’t you?”
I could swear I saw on Sarion’s lips a vaguely smug smile that – in any other circumstance – would make even the calmest person to want to punch his teeth out. But given all that I had seen, I was not so sure. Waking up from a message as such always unsteadied my senses.
“I…” I hesitated. “…have.”
“What about you?” He cast a glance at Yukari.
There was no answer but for the jerky grasp on my forearm, tugging and pulling.
I could hardly keep myself standing straight. My head hurt. My eyelids felt heavier than they had ever been – as if I had just gone for days without sleep. What little clarity of mind I had remaining only made me realize beyond a shadow of doubt what had happened to us.
Sarion had won. Resoundingly. Whatever he was planning – be it ‘good’ or ‘evil’ or anything in between – we were dancing to his tune.
“You know it from the start,” I said, too tired to sound angry. “You know we don’t have a choice.”
“Believe me, I… didn’t,” Sarion said. “But then I wised up. I learn something new everyday, as well as how to use them for the cause.”
“You aren’t here to gloat, are you?” I exclaimed. “Look – we’re… weak. Insignificant. Harmless. You won. We lost. We’d die miserably without you. Our bodies are yours. Whatever you want.” I exhaled as hard as I could. “How else do you expect us to degrade ourselves?”
“All I want is for you to listen to reason,” Sarion said. “Ask yourself this: What do you gain by opposing me?”
“Excuse me?” I stared at Sarion.
“What do you gain from opposing me?” Sarion said, stressing the word ‘gain’. “Materially, I’m the one who will provide you with whatever you need in this strange world. Ideologically, we have no quarrels. You have no greater calling other than that your friends and family be safe – and that lies within my interest.”
He briefly paused and examined my face.
“And morally… if you are so blinded by anger that you think the person trying to save innocent people from brutal death is worse than anything else in this world, especially the lot here who basically exist just for the thrills of battle and slaughter,” he shook his head, “I would need to have a talk with Ryotaro again; because he obviously had not been bringing you up right.”
That was actually a very, very good argument. I stared at the ground, trying to gather my wit for a counterattack.
“Aside from… I don’t know, you being the cause for us being in this mess in the first place?”
“The Institute was just going to plunge you into another kind of mess altogether if I did not intervene,” Sarion said. “You’ve seen it for yourself. They aren’t saints. They have anything but your best interest at heart.”
“Neither have you,” I said. “Why should I trust you any more than them?”
“Because you are not strong enough to survive on your own,” he said. “Why should an orphan ‘trust’ the priest at his orphanage? Why should the people ‘trust’ their lords and kings? Why should you ‘trust’ your father at all, aside from the belief in familial love and the fact that you are left to the mercy of the cruel world without him as you stand?”
“How do I know you aren’t tricking us?”
“Because I would have nothing to gain,” Sarion said. “We are in two entirely different leagues. Simply put, you pose so little harm to me there is no reason I need to do you harm at all.”
“But we are not supposed to be fighting!” I shouted. “You want us to help you!”
“My point exactly,” he said. “Your best option has always been working with me.”
Much as I hated admitting, his argument made sense. I weighted my choices and options again and again, my gaze alternating between Sarion, Yayoi and Yukari. From the look on his face, Sarion did not seem to mind. He was smiling in an oddly comforting way – as if reassuring me I had all the time in the world. His cordiality only hammered in how helpless we were.
I took another deep breath. I had to do something about this. Anything.
“Very well,” I said. “I’ll do what you want… but on three conditions.”
Sarion looked at me, his eyebrows slightly perked.
“You aren’t in a real position to negotiate,” Sarion said. “But for goodwill’s sake, I’ll hear it out. What do you want?”
“First, I want my father to be safe,” I said. “It’s… within your capability, right? You can save him, can’t you?”
“I can, but I don’t need to,” Sarion said. “The man whose mind you just viewed is now in charge of the facility, and he knows your father is the only person alive knowing the intricacies of the project. Ryotaro is simply too valuable to get rid of, with or without my intervention.”
“And you are sure about this because…?”
“Because I have spent more years working with these people than you have alive,” Sarion said. “I can read them like a book – and that is before the perks of being a deity come into play.” He nodded at me. “Suffice to say, Ryotaro is an old friend and I want to keep him safe as much as you do. Trust me on that.”
He waved his hand. “Your second wish?”
I bit my lips.
“I want you to let go of Yayoi-nee,” I said. “She is nobody’s puppet… she doesn’t deserve this!”
Hardly had I finished my sentence when I felt a strong hand clasping on my shoulder.
“But I am nobody’s puppet.”
With a start, I wheeled myself around. Yayoi was gazing at me. Our eyes met: she looked livelier than I had ever seen.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” she said. “This is the real me.”
“Really? Really?” I exclaimed. “Are you trying to tell me the ‘real’ Yayoi is willing to string her family around for whatever… reason? That the ‘real’ Yayoi has no qualms about slaughtering people? That the ‘real’ Yayoi is filled with so much… so much hate?”
I stared at her, and she stared back. It was just like those staring contests I forced her into when I was a little girl that I had never won.
This time around, I won. She shook her head, blinked and turned away.
“I see,” Yayoi said. “Whatever I say means nothing to you, does it? It’s unfortunate.”
“No… no it doesn’t.” I shook my head violently. “It doesn’t! What happened to your old self? What happened?”
“I have no further comment,” Yayoi said. “Believe me or not, that’s the truth, right there, in front of you.”
I turned around and glared at Sarion. Words failed me.
“To put it more eloquently,” he said, his face hardly changed, “For the last twenty years she has lead a double life. Her real emotions, real thoughts and real person had to be hidden – otherwise she would be discarded or worse. You know the necessity of that more than anyone, I thought?”
I rolled my eyes at first, but then the implication began to sink in. My eyes turned to the floor.
“Now the shackles are off, and she’s being exactly who she is meant to be,” Sarion went on. “And you are complaining about her being different from the one you know… as if it weren’t her desire to be back to what she is? That the poor girl needs to be back to her old guise that she herself hates?” He shook his head. “Surely I can’t be the only one having a problem with that.”
A huff escaped my throat. “And I am to believe you because?”
“Because only madmen disregard obvious evidences,” he said. “And you, so far as I’m concerned, aren’t mad.”
I felt like someone had crushed my throat so I couldn’t breathe. I was shaking. I was trying to look for someone… something for me to focus my hate on. I even stared at Sarion’s face, trying to take my focus off how much I wanted to snap his neck like a twig.
I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t.
He… no, they had a point. I was not so blinded by rage I didn’t see that.
“But… but she can change, right?” I cried. “I… I can change her back to who she used to be!”
“That’s a fool’s errand,” Yayoi said, her voice entirely monotonous. “But you can try, if it makes you feel better about yourself.”
I had hardly recovered when Sarion’s ghastly form hovered towards me and… extended his hand towards me?
“But I will give you my word of honor as a deity, endowed with worshippers devoted and numerous,” he said, gazing solemnly at me, “that I shall not try to influence her by any supernatural means at my disposal.”
“You mean… from this point onward,” I said, shaking my head. The defiant part of me just had to have the last laugh.
“But of course.” Sarion laughed. “In fact, I’ll do one better: I shall not do the same on any of you either. After all, I want those who follow me to do so because they believe what I believe, not because of cheap mind tricks. Deceptions, illusions and love potions are for crooks, knaves and charlatans, not lords and kings.” He paused, as if letting the implication sink in. “Do we have a deal?”
I did not reach out for his hand as he expected. I simply nodded.
“Yes,” I said, keeping my head down. “I agree.”
“Splendid,” he said, withdrawing his hand again, looking not at all offended. “Now, how about that last condition?”
I slowly lift my face towards Sarion. My hands clenched into a fist.
“Kaori,” I said. “Where is she?”
Sarion’s face soured. “Excuse me?”
“Hasegawa Kaori,” I repeated. “You know where she is, don’t you?”
My question was met initially with silence. Horror gripped my heart.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” I cried. “Don’t you tell me you’ve forgotten her!”
“No I haven’t forgotten. Yes I know where she is,” Sarion finally said. “But…”
His voice trailed off. He was hesitating. A deity, hesitating. Something had gone dreadfully wrong.
“But?”
My quivering voice finally drew an answer.
“To be completely honest… she is outside of my jurisdiction now,” Sarion said.
“Outside?” I exclaimed. “You’re a god, for the sake of… yourself! How can anything fall outside of your ‘jurisdiction’?”
“You don’t understand,” Sarion said. “I am hardly omnipotent. Close, but not quite. There are places – even in this world – that I cannot reach.”
My mind naturally jumped to the most obvious conclusion.
“No… are you telling me she’s…”
“Dead? No, not quite,” Sarion said. “The flame of her life burns still – and probably won’t extinguish in a long time if she plays her cards right. If.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“If?”
“She’s in the company of elves now,” Sarion said. “Over the Elasailas I have little power. For most beings in this world, being with elves is either the best or worst possible circumstance. I know not which is true for her.”
It was not the first time I’d heard of those ‘elves’ from him, and most certainly not the last.
“If they’re as dangerous as you say, sir,” I exclaimed, “we have to save her!”
Even in my agitation part of me was telling me what I said might have been a tad silly. Apparently it was so objectionable, I felt a strong tug on my arm well before I closed my mouth.
“Um… excuse me, nee-chan?”
I should have guessed Yukari would object me doing anything for Kaori, period. I just couldn’t do anything different.
“She’s one of us,” I said. “You may hate her, but… she was with us. In our room. We slept together, ate together, survived together… even if it was only a week. She’s family.” My eyes went tingly. “We have to stick together… right? Right?”
“But… we don’t even know where she is!” Yukari cried. “Is it even worth the effort?”
“Yukari!” I yelled.
At once she let go of my arm. She grabbed my shoulder and forcefully turned me around to face her.
“I know what you’re thinking, nee-chan,” she said. “You’re probably thinking I want her to… disappear, don’t you? That I like this, don’t you?”
As a matter of fact, that was what I thought until I looked into her eyes: teary and wide open, her long lashes trembling with every word she spoke, as did her ponytail.
“I wish I did, but I don’t,” she said. “I don’t! I’ve known her longer than any of you…”
Her hands weighed heavily on my shoulders as the words sink in.
“I don’t want her to be happy… I don’t want her to be happier than I am… I don’t want her to be happy at all… but…” She grabbed my shoulder again, her tearful eyes piercing mine. “I… I don’t want her to die!”
What better could I could I do then if not hold her tight?
“H-had circumstances been different… I… we… we could have been… friends… right?”
I patted Yukari on the back and opened my mouth for the only thing I thought would help.
“I’m sure you would have been,” I said. “I’m sure.”
It was only when Sarion made an emphatic cough that I realized we were not in our room, but in a middle of a discussion with a god. I let go of Yukari and turned around. Sarion was still waiting on us, a scowl imprinted on his face.
“Anyway,” he said, his voice just barely raising, “Her prospects are not that bleak. She’s been around elves for a day now. If they wanted her dead, she would have been a lifeless carcass rotting on the forest floor with a dozen arrows in her by now. That she is obviously alive implies she’s gained some semblance of acceptance by whomever she is with.”
“You don’t say… sir.”
I stared at Sarion. The assessment would have made sense to a calm, rational person, except I was the opposite of calm right now. As expected, he brushed my annoyance aside.
“Besides… your friend is right. She’s too far away now.” he said, “You can’t possibly catch her, not even with the finest mounts in the Emperor’s stable. And even if you could, she would be impossible to track down.”
“Can’t you do anything about her?” I exclaimed. “Like… anything?”
“A lesser deity is not omnipotent. I’m no exception,” Sarion said, “But if it’s my word you want, then I can promise to devote what resource I can spare to keep her alive, no more and no less. After all…” He paused. “-the sooner you understand you cannot save everyone, the better.”
My face sagged. “I see.”
I wished I could say something more meaningful, or at least more emotive. Expressive. I did not know anything halfway more helpful to say that did not involve me shouting, screaming or digging myself deeper.
“Anyway,” Sarion said, “that’s the last of your conditions, I hope?”
I did not know if I should feel defeated or not at this point. There was nothing else – nothing else that made sense – that I could have asked. Pushing a god too far was stupid, and reneging on what I’d said in a place where I knew nothing in the first place was irrational.
“Yes.”
My angry self was on the brink of lashing out randomly: one day and a trip across worlds later, we’d gained absolutely nothing and lost basically everything. My rational self tugged at the former’s rein. If anything, it said, at least I am relatively safe now. And free, too, which would be good had I had any idea how to use said freedom to begin with.
It’s a start. A bad start, but a start none the less.
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