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In a warehouse near the wharf, longshoremen winch up the last four crates and haphazardly deposit them into the bed of a wagon. As they walk away, unblinking eyes peer through the slats, surveying what they could of their surroundings. From a ruck in his garments the stowaway retrieves a small scroll, carefully unfurling it across his stomach.
“It will be tomorrow morning before I can move freely,” he whispers.
“Go now my friends.”
Recherché
Hours wasted on a victory so hollow it echoed in his soul.
Precisely three and a half days to execute an arrest warrant
obtained by bribery and threats.
In his hand, a piece of paper light as a feather. The trumped-up charges hidden within a labyrinth of legalese … the life and reputation of an innocent man soon to be ruined, made its weight as a cinder block. It’s enough to hold ‘em till he Advisory Council can sign deportation orders,he thought passing through the halls of the magistrate’s office. Matter of time before he starts flapping his gums, making public this ridiculous crusade. I don’t understand. My head and gut are telling me this is the right way, yet I’m ill at ease.
Once outside in the fresh air, contrary winds refused to let him light the cigar he’d earlier stashed away. Instead he ground it between his teeth chomping down on its end and sucking out as much nicotine as he could.
If this full moon passes without another murder, it will prove Umino the nutcase I said he was.
But if we wind up with another victim, I'm back to square one. Damn it!
Recherché
Leaving the constabulary, she'd walked home in a daze. On familiar turf, her thoughts clear as she hurries to the cellar, cutting through veils of cobwebs to reach the large dust covered cedar chests.
She tore through their contents like a woman possessed.
Prize found, she collected herself and headed out the door for the short jaunt back to her workaday world. She looked a fright and knew it, politely ignoring the confused stares of the citizenry as wove her way through the crowded streets. The cool, sweet scented air of the Administrative complex calmed her; refusing conversation with the staffers, she rushed to her private office. Flinging open the door, she was greeted with a sight that took her breath away. Straight ahead, in the center of a tidy desk was an elegant vase filled with fresh cut yellow roses.   To her left at the conference table, a startled Shizune turned in her seat.
“I didn't expect you back so soon, ma’am. The other excerpts are on your desk, just finished the last one.”
Yes, it was all worth it, Tsunade thought as she leaned against the door.
“If you don't need me for anything else here, ma’am," she said clearing off the table, "I’ll go lay out your clothes and draw a bath for you.”
"Now that you mention it, there is something I need, "Tsunade slyly said as she walked toward the table. " My intended escort for the party of the season, will be otherwise engaged that evening--”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but I'm certain we can find someone suitable, ma’am. I’ll tend to it immediately.”
“No need, I already have the perfect person in my line of sight and by that, I mean, you Shizune.”
A rapid blush spread over her assistant’s cheeks as she hid a smile behind her hand, “Surely you jest ma’am. I wouldn’t know how to comport myself at one of those things; I've no idea what to discuss with those people--”
"Nonsense, you deal with nobility and dignitaries daily and quite well--"
"But Lady Tsunade, a fancy party is a completely different setting.   I'll be out of my depth--"
"Then dig deeper. All you need do is smile pretty, say very little and dance the night away. You'll be the toast of the party, an elegant woman of mystery."
"I appreciate the invitation, really I do ma’am, but there's little time to have a formal kimono made and I've no idea what to do with my hair--"
"My hairdresser loves a challenge … you'll be her guinea pig and crowning achievement. As for a kimono … here," she said sliding the package across the table. "My grandmother commissioned this for my coming of age ceremony. Go on, open it."
"A furisode made for nobility," she mumbled as nervous fingers skip over delicate paper wrappings, "I couldn't possibly--"
"You will accept it," insisted Tsunade as she eased into the chair opposite her assistant. "It's too late to pass this on to a daughter I haven't got. That thing hasn't seen the light of day in over forty years ...shame to let it disintegrate inside a cedar chest. Oh, for heaven sakes, unwrap the damn thing!"
"Goodness ma'am … it's beautiful.”
“Naturally ... my grandmother was a woman with excellent taste. But, the delicate peach and yellow colors never would’ve looked right on me," she said with a smile. "Now I envy you, Shizune. See how well it complements your skin tone? I would have looked sickly, but on you its gorgeous.”
“Why didn’t you ever wear it, ma’am?”
“The forces of nature took over," she gestured to her ample bosom, " didn't have a choice in the matter. Two weeks before it was finished, I uh, started blossoming. My dressers had a hell of a time to be sure. They attempted using binders, but those only constricted my breathing ... kept fainting and falling over before I could properly try the damn thing on.”
They shared a laugh and then Shizune suddenly bowed her head to the table. “I don’t think I have the words to thank you for this, ma’am--”
“Good, that means you won’t interrupt me. I've got a situation … not sure you can help me with this one though." Leaning back in her seat, she folded her hands in her lap and said, "I don’t know what came over me. Let myself get talked into something I don’t agree with--"
"Ma’am you can’t back out now, members of the Council and the heads of every clan will be--”
"No, this has to do with Ibiki, not that dreadful party tonight.   I’m not sure if he’s bored or just needs to vent his frustrations at the cathouse, but he’s developed this vendetta against Dr. Umino."
“Well, the Inspector never did suffer fools--”
“Dr. Umino is no fool, Shizune. And as strange as everything he told us was, I know he spoke the truth.”
"Ma'am," she said quietly as she shifted in her seat, “you really believe there are such things as monsters and evil spirits?”
“I've lived long enough to know there are things in this world logic, science or even religion can’t explain. When foreigners like that damned Commodore Perry and his warships forced this great land to open her borders to the West, our own people stood and cried out in the streets. 'We must 'take the initiative, they shouted, 'for we can dominate, but if we do not, we will be dominated.’¹Now the West is twisting our arms to trade pieces of our identity and heritage for the sake of modernity and money. As the first of the Five Great Nations to entertain talks of trade, Konoha has violated the will of our ancestors; for that, I believe we now suffer the consequences of a curse."
"My mother says the same thing, milady."
"No way round it," she said when she stood. "As another full moon will be upon us shortly, I'll have to pay a visit to the temple, atone for our sins--”
“Now? But Lady Tsunade … your appointment--”
"I’m not going right this minute, Shizune … first, I need to find Ibiki before he does something stupid.”
Recherché
Seconds away from dismounting, at the sound of thundering hooves, he looked up; Mayonaka's mane fluttered the wind as another constable and his mount galloped beside them. Crap! This can't be good. Drawing to a halt before him Saki panted, “Civilian patrols just turned in a report ... watch commander thought you'd wanna get in on this.”
“What now?”
“The forest ...more bones, a lot of ‘em. Already notified the Coroner, he's readying a wagon.”
Looking to the hills Ibiki thought, By the time we get done up there, it'll be early evening. Paperwork will take another coupla hours once I get back. Maybe Hatake will send a runner and I won’t hafta pay him a visit after all.
He was all for leaving Genma behind and probably would have, but as he put one foot into the stirrup and threw his other leg over, the Governor was exiting the Administrative complex.
“Inspector!”
“Ma’am?”
“Hold on a minute. We need to talk. This thing with Dr. Umino, it’s--”
“Sorry, milady … we’ve an urgent matter--”
“I’ll wait for the Coroner sir ... ma’am,” Sakai said as he bowed his head to the Governor. “We’ll catch you up.”
“Ibiki, what’s going on?”
“Active crime scene in the woods,” he leaned down to whisper, “more bones.”
“Oh my god … and just when things were going so well. Brief me first thing in the morning.” She grabbed at Mayonaka’s reins and looked Ibiki in the eye. “Promise me, you’ll do nothing to Dr. Umino until then.”
“You have my word,” was the lie he told while sliding the warrant inside his breast pocket. “I will do nothing further, ma'am.”
Recherché
As sun sets on the first evening of the fourth week, Iruka and friends relax around the table in their cabin; as grinning translators try her patience, Lady Tsunade holds back on her alcohol consumption and Ibiki, now returned from the scene, is up to his eyeballs in paperwork.
“Last one, Inspector.”
“Ryota … come in, sit down. You been avoiding me since I got back. Can’t say I blame you.”
“You get strange when the town is quiet for too long,” he said when he plopped down in the chair before the desk. “Message received.”
“No,” he said laying down his pen, “there was no excuse for raising my voice to you in front of the men--”
“Yeah, well putting the fear of Morino in ‘em … always a good thing. Figured out what to do with Umino yet?”
“Got a warrant in my pocket,” he said with a sigh.
“You think by holding them, we won’t have a ninth victim?”
“Kinda hope so.”
“I don't know if this is the right course of action, Ibiki.   Umino might be a help to us if we work with him versus throwing him in the slammer. But, if you insist on doing it, we can always drop the charges if they prove their claims.”
“No way in hell they can prove anything, Ryota.
Either way it goes, they’ll be outta my hair and the territory in a week, tops.”
Recherché
The gentle rolling motion of the ox cart, he’d gotten used to now; might have lulled him to sleep if they hadn’t hit a dip in the road. He let out a tiny yelp when his head bumped against the crate.
“You hear something?”
“Probably my stomach growling,” laughed the driver of the cart. “Aint ate nothing since this morning.”
“Same here, Daisuke. Been wicked busy, what with the factories taking on extra workers. I try to take it in stride though ... this trade thing is gonna make us all rich.”
“Pull your head outta your ass, Satoshi. Little guys like us aint gonna see much difference in pay. They'll work us to death for next to nothing and we'll be glad to lap up the crumbs they throw us. Tell ya what, this is the last delivery of the night; silk farm’s up ahead. I say we leave this stuff in the barn, slip the invoice under the door and beat feet.”
“Sounds good to me.”
So that’s where we’re headed, thought the stowaway. The wagon picked up the pace, jostling him about for another ten minutes or so. They stopped with a screech and suddenly his accommodation shifted. Unceremoniously dumped to the ground, he waited until they left before cutting a small square in the crate's side. Squeezing himself through it with a grunt, he slowly stood; sneaking out of the barn, he ran toward the safety of the nearby woods. Once certain he hadn't been seen, the young man whistled for the scouts.
In an instant, four small black forms silently speed through the tall grasses.
Under the light of the moon, these rodent like creatures surround the scroll which lay on the ground before the young man.
“Located them already have you?
What’s that? At least a two-day journey, a wolf like being on the prowl and the police?
Hmm … best I stay put until all the reports come back from your brothers.”
Notes:
¹ Quote from Shimazu Nariakira, a Japanese feudal lord of the Edo period. He was renowned as an intelligent and wise ruler who was keenly interested in Western learning and technology.
Furisode: "swinging sleeves." A kimono worn by young unmarried women; usually decorated with a color pattern that fully covers the entire garment. The longer the sleeves, the more formal the garment.
Daisuke: “great helper.”
Satoshi: "clear thinking; quick witted."
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