Storm. Amanda Sun
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grabbed my keitai, my thoughts whirling. I pressed it to my ear, listening to the ring as I held back tears.
His voice was steady, emotionless. “Katie.”
“Jun, please,” I said, holding the phone with shaking hands. “Please stop.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You can. You have to.” The rain swelled, beating against my window as the wind whipped the storm around.
“Katie, these aren’t innocent people, you know. We’ve talked about this. The world is better off without them.”
“That’s what courts are for,” I said, the tears streaming down my face. “I should call the police.”
His voice softened, warmth seeping in. “They won’t believe you.”
“That’s why I’m asking you to stop. Please.”
A pause. “It’s not in my hands anymore.”
“I don’t get it.” And then it dawned on me. His followers. “Wait...is your Kami cult helping you?”
“Katie, I...”
The rain pummeled my window as I jumped to my feet. “I thought you said most of them weren’t strong enough for their sketches to lift off the page!”
“They’re not, but...when Amaterasu showed me the mirror, the truth about who I really was, I felt the shift. I felt the power of Susanou awaken in me. It’s affecting them, too. They grow stronger being near me, the way Yuu and I were affected by you.”
Ishikawa was right. It was war, and Jun had his own army. Could you fight death sketched on a page? How do you catch the murderer? How do you protect the victim? My mind raced.
Jun’s voice turned gentle and patient. “Katie, the Kami are rising. It’s a new world now, and we don’t need these scum polluting it. Listen...almost every religion in the world talks of a final judgment, right?” He laughed, the sound of it jarring in my ears. How the hell could he laugh at a time like this? “I’m the heir of Susanou. This is my fate. It’s always been my fate.” I collapsed onto my bed, the rain outside nearly overcoming the sound of Jun’s voice. “I’m the heir to the ruler of Yomi, the World of Darkness. The Judge. I will fulfill my purpose until the end.”
“Not like this,” I pleaded. “That can’t be what it means. You don’t have to do this. You can choose your own fate.”
His calm voice cracked open, his voice tinged with panic. “It’s not like I want to do this, okay? Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.”
This was the real Jun, now. This was the guy who’d rescued me in Oguro, the one who’d asked me out for coffee. But then I realized, fear creeping up my spine—the other side of him was just as real, wasn’t it? They were both him.
“But Tomo is fighting his fate.”
“Tomo is the descendent of Tsukiyomi. Don’t you get it? Tsukiyomi lost his mind and murdered the other kami. What do you think is going to happen with Yuu?” My heart froze; I collapsed onto my knees, the hard tatami pressing lines into my skin. Murdered the kami? Is that what had happened to Tsukiyomi? Is that what would happen to Tomo? “It can’t go on forever like this. You always knew it would end. He’s a monster that should never have existed. A monster who wished to be human. Sore dake. That’s all.”
I clutched the phone as the rain poured. Everything was changing. Everything was ending.
There is only death.
I took a deep breath. “You’re a monster, too, Jun.”
“Gomen,” Jun said, his voice a whisper lost in the rain. “I’m sorry it has to be this way.” And then he was gone, and there was nothing but the sound of the rain washing away the only world I’d ever known.
I woke to the sound of my keitai buzzing beside my laptop. I blinked, trying to orient myself in the dark room. Had Diane come home? I hadn’t heard her. The rain was quiet now; the storm must have stopped. The phone screen was too bright to look at with my tired eyes, so I lifted it to my ear as I stretched out my legs.
“Hello?”
“Katie-chan?” It was Niichan, Yuki’s brother. I realized my mistake then, that I’d answered the phone in English.
“Oh, hi,” I said, switching to Japanese.
“Sorry, is it too late to call? I think I woke you.”
“No, no,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. “I was in the bath.” I stopped midrub. That was more embarrassing. “I mean, um, the rain is really something, huh?” Bath was furo, and the verb for raining was furu. Maybe I’d get away with it.
Niichan sounded like his face was bright red. “Uh, I...don’t know,” he said. “It’s not raining in Miyajima.”
“Right,” I said, squeezing my eyes closed.
“Is everything okay? I was worried about calling so late, but you sounded nervous on your message.”
I shook my head and flicked on my bedside light so I wouldn’t crash into anything as I talked. “I need to talk to you about the kami,” I said. “Things are out of control, Niichan, and I don’t know how to stop them.”
“You didn’t stay away from him, huh?”
“It’s more complicated now,” I said, sliding my door open and stumbling into the hallway. I was relieved to see Diane’s shoes in the genkan. She must have figured I’d gone to bed and so she hadn’t woken me. “There’s a rogue Kami out there and he’s trying to take over the world.”
Niichan hesitated. “Are you joking?”
“I wish,” I said. “I need to know how to make the ink go dormant, Niichan. For Tomo’s sake, so he doesn’t...lose himself. And I have to make this guy Takahashi Jun’s power go away, too, or he’s going to destroy everything.”
“Wait, wait. Takahashi Jun, the kendo champ? He’s a Kami? Katie, tell me everything.”
I grabbed a mug and held it under our hot water dispenser as I filled in Niichan on the details. “Jun told me there are two kinds of Kami, right? Imperial ones, descended from Amaterasu. That’s the royal line, all the emperors and stuff. But there were also Kami in the samurai families, and they showed up through a bunch of different ways. Marriages, affairs, even different kami ancestors than Amaterasu.”
“Right,” Niichan said. “You said to me that day you were scared Yuu was descended from Susanou.”
“I was wrong,” I said, dipping a genmai tea bag into the hot water, smoothing the little string attached over the ceramic lip. The side of the mug burned my finger and I pulled away, the string slipping into the cup. “It was Jun—Takahashi—that got his ink bloodline from Susanou. Tomo is descended from Amaterasu on his dad’s side, and Tsukiyomi on his mother’s.”
Niichan was silent for a moment, and then he let out a shaky breath. “Maji de,” he said. “That’s impossible.”
“It’s true,” I said. “And I need a way for the power to go dormant. There’s got to be a way, Niichan.”
“Maybe, but I... I’m sorry, Katie. I don’t know.”
My heart sank. I curled my fingers around the handle of the mug. “Not even any ideas?”
“No pleasant ones,” he said. His list was probably about the same as mine. 1) Leave Japan. 2) Die.
“Well...can