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Twinkle, Twinkle Little Lies ... Time to Blind Your Great Big "I"s
Early evening, two days before the event of the season:
In an office silent, his name it sweetly calls.
“There is another way,” it whispers.
A pert near useless arrest warrant smolders in his pocket as his arm slowly extends, fingers desperate to fiddle with the glimmering images on the small card.
“Hope I ain’t interrupting nothing,” Genma says as he barges in. “Knew you needed this information soon as possible. You know what I think? I think we got another serial killer on our hands.”
With his mind in limbo and eyes glazed, Ibiki pulls the card closer; the ink, still tacky to the touch, he watches it melt into his skin. Genma is nothing more than a series of clicks and pops, background noise to the words he distinctly hears within himself.
“If you read through the warrant again,” the voice said, “you will find a loophole.”
He dug through the breast pocket of his uniform, fishing out the paper bearing the magistrates seal. Laying the crumpled, sweat stained document beside the small card, his eyes zigzag up and down the page; the justification necessary glares back at him.
And so it is. What else would you have me do?
“Your men will abandon their searches in the forest," the voice instructed. "You will also bring to halt any work being done on those deportation papers.”
A strident voice breaks through the fog in his mind, the weight of Genma's presence before his desk draws him back to the then and now. “… so then I says to myself, yes siree; every last one of ‘em had the same marks on the femur. Almost like a signature on a painting ... exceptin' of course we don't know who this artist is, eh?”
Ibiki’s eyes continue to drift between the invitation and the grinning man who stands six inches from the edge of his desk. Shall I kill him?
“No, as you will, so must he live to play his appointed role.
“Yep, full moon’s a comin’ and no ordinary one is this. Folks say it will turn red like blood. That’ll be a sight. Inspector ... you listening?’
“No. If you’ve got a written report, leave it with Ryota ... it’s a police matter now.”
“Hey ... you alright there? Kinda blanked out on me in mid-sentence. Reckon I oughta be used to that by now, but you know--”
“Kindly close the door on your way out.”
“Oh … uh, yeah. Sure I can't get ya something? Hot tea ... a stiff drink?”
"The door, Genma ... close it as you exit."
As his footsteps recede, once more Ibiki hears the now familiar whisper.
“Well done."
Late evening, two days before the event of the season.
“Of all my children … never completely understood that one. Been sitting out there for hours you know; servants tell me he’s staring off into space and muttering to himself. Probably called me every name in the book by now,” Fugaku joked as he looked out the bedroom window and into the back garden.
“You’re the one I don’t understand,” said the woman at his side. “One minute you’re beaming with pride because he did what you expected … the next minute you’re scowling and forcing him into a situation that challenges everything he’s heard and known all his life. If that weren’t confusing enough, now you’re taking leave of the territory in the dark of night. How is he supposed to react to such crotchet?”
“Yes, he got his good looks from me obviously, but that aura of mystery … that’s all you Mikoto.” He made to reach out for her dainty hand saying, “I can never tell what either of you are thinking until it’s too late.”
She lightly slapped at his wrist whilst angling her body outside his reach. “What you’re doing isn’t fair … you’re not even listening to me, are you?”
“On the contrary, when my beloved speaks, mine heart doth attend.”
“Hah … as if honeyed words will save you this time--”
“Then shall I speak plainly,” he started as a servant entered the room.
“Pardon, my Lord and Lady … shall I take the portmanteau now?”
Fugaku turned and with a wave of his hand said, “Leave it.” By the time the bedroom door softly closed, Mikoto was pacing the floor. “Success in business demands flexibility, elsewise opportunities die on the vine,” he said reaching for her hand again as she walked past him. “And in matters of business as well as matters of the heart, luck favors the prepared. By word and deed, I’m teaching him a valuable lesson.”
“You’re teaching him to be wishy washy.”
“Lest you forget dearest, we’ve two rigs in Tsume’s care. I’ve no doubt those soon to be geldings will become prodigious racehorses in time, but we can’t wait for that … the need for sires is desperate.” He managed to capture her wrist this time and pulled her close. “Lord Danzou mentioned in passing that a certain cash strapped breeder was sending three champion stallions to auction in Water Country. I must act quickly--”
“Pfft … horses and money,” she replied twisting out of his grip, “the only things you seem to care about these days--”
“How deep the wound my love. You know this family is always foremost in my thoughts.”
“I find that hard to believe since you’re running away from your son when he needs you most. Why not stay till the morning and talk to him?”
“That I cannot do, my sweet.” He successfully caught her around the waist this time steering her toward the bench at the foot of the bed. “What Itachi needs most is freedom from my shadow.”
Mikoto allowed herself to ease down on the bench with a slight huff as his tone was conciliatory when he sat beside her. “I left instructions for him …all he need do is mingle with the dignitaries at that man’s soiree and extend an invitation to our home--”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but Itachi refused to attend … won’t it be awkward if he just shows up at that man’s home?”
“Already taken care of. I dispatched a messenger explaining away the misunderstanding and confirming Itachi’s attendance. Hatake,” he snarled, “is simply a means to an end.”
“And what might that be?”
“Think about it. Why would anyone outside the territory accept an invitation to the home of one of our minor nobles? New streams of revenue, of course. Konoha is the first in Japan to establish trade with the West and that makes us their rivals for a new marketplace. They know full well greedy foreigners will demand more than Fire Country can provide alone, so it makes sense to seek connections with our people--”
“Don’t you think other businessmen inside the territory are plotting the same thing?”
“If they have any sense at all, yes, but if the Uchiha can convince them to invest in our silver and copper mines for example, we turn rivals into allies and our family reaps the benefits. You know, I’ve heard cloisonné is becoming quite the thing in Europe …”
“I’m aware of that,” she sighed, “we read the same newspapers, remember?”
“My bag is packed and the carriage awaits,” he said placing his hand on hers. He drew her close and softly kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll be back by the night of the soiree and I promise to speak with Itachi the following morning. I’ve taught him well … he’ll do what is right and best for our family, you’ll see.”
“I still don’t think you should leave without speaking to him.”
“Ah, but if I refuse my darling’s request, her pique will smolder in my absence,” he said with a wink. “And how I do enjoy finding new ways to beg her forgiveness.”
She melted against him whispering, “Uchiha Fugaku, you’re incorrigible.”
Recherché
“You’re outta your mind Zumo … I aint got a superstitious bone in my body--”
“Then there must be some other logical explanation for your actions. Pouring salt around every entrance and exit of the cabin isn’t something I’d expect from you--”
“I’m doing this because once you tell him everything Michio said, he’s gonna be upset; just looking out for Ruka... you got a problem with that?”
“Long as you’re going to clean up this mess … no.”
He tossed the empty salt bag at Izumo’s head saying, “All that mumbo jumbo about the amulets drawing gaki to the bearer … you think Ruka knew about that?”
“Perhaps. It would explain why he kept the bulk of them separate from our lodgings. Michio warned us about what could happen, but we made it back from the temple safely, didn’t we?”
“Yeah well, it was still daylight when we got here; those gaki things don’t come out until nighttime. So, where the hell is he?”
“Am I his keeper, Tetsu? He probably stayed for dinner with the Governor. Maybe he stopped to help an old lady carry her bags home from the market. I'm certain Iruka will be back soon. Besides, between this cabin and the Complex … where else would he go?”
Recherché
“I never knew this,” Itachi said to the shadowy figure standing before him. “If this is the only way and I the chosen one to carry out your will … strengthen my heart for the task.”
The ethereal being drew closer. “Look deeply into my eyes and I will bequeath to you a portion of mine hatred and my power,” it said. Receive it with gladness, that your will may not falter at the time appointed.”
“Yes, Lord Hatake,” he whispered.
Recherché
A pine cone crunched under his boot shattering the quiet of the woods. The cabin’s just ahead … better hurry before they start looking for me, he thought.
“Your vow have I heard my son,” echoed the familiar voice through the trees.
“Fa … father?”
“Do not doubt or be afraid, Iruka.”
His hands flew to cover his ears, No, this can’t be, he thought scanning the forest, I will not succumb to madness!
He took off running as the voice continued,
“I’ve come to guide you … listen well my son.”
His heart nearly burst out of his chest when a vision of Umino Tadashi stood before him, its arms spread wide to capture him. “If anyone understands the conflict you’re having … it’s me. I waited too long to act; went to my grave with the blood of many an innocent on my hands. I'll not let you suffer the same fate.”
Iruka fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I don’t know if I can do this, Father.”
Suddenly the vision spoke the same words penned in Tadashi’s final journal entry. "Seishinryoku, it is yours. I am ever with you my son, closer than your next heartbeat."
Long after the vision dissipated, Iruka remained on his knees, sobs wracking his body.
Recherché
Only twelve remain, he thought while scrabbling up the outcropping of rock. That's a good sign. It will take but a moment’s preparation to receive them.
In the shadows of fallen timber, they hid, watching and waiting. Soon, gnarled tree roots would become a makeshift cradle, a spongy carpet of sheet moss, the cushion for a roll of heavyweight parchment, longer than the arms and wider than the body of him who called them forth.
At last, alone he sits, his pose meditative, his eyes unceasingly active, scanning the forest floor.
He hears them now; their tiny feet, heavy bodies and long tails scattering leaf litter as they dart through the underbrush. When at last they assemble before him, the moon has risen higher, its yellowish white beams reflecting in their eyes of bitumen. Some are bruxing, others softly chirping, all look to him with whiskers atwitch. And as the low sad sounding whoops of the Scops owl die down, the young man asks,
“Who will be my first offering?”
One of the creatures waddles forward, situating itself dead center of the parchment. It looks to his fellows and dissolves with a piercing shriek into a large ebony splotch.
The young man waves his hand over the slowly spreading splatter and suddenly, chaos becomes order; neatly written characters crawl from the blackness, aligning themselves into neat rows. One behind the other, each of the remaining eleven creatures join their brethren and now is their story completely told.
Concentrated spiritual energy just north of here, he thought while rolling out a smaller scroll.
Quick as lightening, he draws six more creatures, the words from the larger scroll absorbed into their bodies and to the north they scamper. The young man packs his belongings and heads south east through the forests.
Recherché
Six miles from the cabin, Kinoe and Maito kneel before their Master inside the salon.
“Representatives from the lands of Earth and Wind arrive tomorrow afternoon, my Lord. Their accommodations stand ready to receive them.”
“Very well Kinoe. Apologize for my absence and see to it my guests are afforded every hospitality.”
“With pleasure Master.”
“I trust you’ve sufficiently trained the other attendees?”
“That I have my liege.”
"You will release them from the holding pens, supervise as they entertain the guests.”
“One thing more, my Lord. Inspector Morino paid a visit earlier this afternoon. He seemed most distressed after learning Dr. Umino was on the guest list. It was all I could do to keep a straight face while he was talking. He also wanted some of his officers to attend the party in plain clothes … naturally I agreed on your behalf--”
“Naturally,” Maito mumbled.
Master nodded as he replaced his snifter on the table beside him. “Maito, find out who these men are. I want you and the Yasha to see to it they do nothing to prevent Umino’s arrival.”
“Consider it done, my Lord.”
"As for you, Kinoe, a great feast awaits inside your quarters; venomous snakes, shrews and lizards,” he said with a shudder. “Go gorge yourself.” After his gleeful servant hied from the room, he gestured for Maito to take a seat. “Where did Lord Jiraiya run off to?”
“I believe he had business in the Land of Earth Master.”
“You were inside my father’s bedchamber tonight; bowed your knee at the shrine of my ancestors. I must discover Lord Jiraiya’s special techniques to secure your prompt obedience--”
“My Lord, I did as he asked because--”
“Let us be clear about two things, Maito. Though you have great respect for him, Jiraiya is not your master. Secondly, you are never to step foot inside my father’s private chambers unless I accompany you.”
“Master, it will never happen again … forgive me.”
"A blood moon,” he said more to himself than his servant, “how appropriate will its appearance be on the night of the soiree. A spectacle of wonder in the heavens and the embodiment of horror on the earth. This night have I visited my prey … stoking a fire in his belly. While he slumbers I shall return to begin his torment anew.”
“I shall I go with you my Lord--”
“Did I not issue orders Maito or can it be you think me feeble? Since when have I required protection against a sleeping human?”
“Master ... his friends brought the amulets from the Temple; powerful prayers were spoken over them and--”
“Can the empty words of men and a handful of worthless trinkets stand against the power of a god?
Flee from my sight while my temper still holds!"
Notes:
Crotchet: a sudden odd fancy or whimsical notion.
Portmanteau (British): a case or bag to carry clothing in while traveling, especially a leather suitcase that opens into two halves.
Cloisonné: the art of enameling an object (typically made of copper) whereby fine wires are used to delineate the decorative areas into which enamel paste is applied before the object is fired and polished. 1890-1910 were the years considered the “Golden Age” of Japanese cloisonné enamels which were made for display at great World Exhibitions of that time.
Seishinryoku: “spiritual strength, courage.”
Scops owl: small and agile hunters, colored in various brownish hues, they are resident breeders in Japan. They prefer areas containing old trees with hollows, which are home to prey such like insects, bats and mice. Their superb sense of hearing helps them locate food in any habitat.
Bruxing (rat behavior): the soft, repetitive grinding of the incisors against each other. It serves to sharpen them and may be done in times of relaxation.
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