Inside the makeshift Capital Defense Base set up underground beneath the Ministry of Defense, a line of people over 10 kilometers long displayed on the video screen. The RPV was relaying the situation on the ground near the heart of the city.
"They've finally made it all the way to Shinjuku!" The voices of the cabinet ministers were full of deep dread.
"I'll leave how to proceed up to you, Mr. President. Please let me know the results." Ending the latest of his several conversations with President Reagan, Prime Minister Nakasone hung up the receiver, his face pale.
"The Americans have already entered into final deliberations about the Demon Banishment Project. In case of emergency, they're sending the bulk of the 7th Fleet to Japan, which is already on its way. I've just put the capital under martial law. Both Narita and Haneda airports will be closed off, and I would like to begin directions for evacuating the populace to Tohoku or Kansai as soon as possible. Kurihara, how is the SDF doing?"
"70,000 ground-based SDF soldiers, including the Ranger units, have already been deployed. They're working with teams of riot police to attempt to split up that strange line of people. Since there's a high chance of catching civilians in the crossfire at the moments, we're having trouble using any heavy weaponry, but we are looking for a chance to come up so that we can attack." Defense Minister Kurihara's description of the situation was calm and composed.
"The only real problem is that mobilizing the SDF any more rapidly could antagonize the Russians. Sightings of scouts from eastern Russia have notably increased."
"I've already sent word through diplomatic channels to let them know that neither our actions nor those of the Americans have any hostility, but..." Foreign Minister Hamano's acting substitute interrupted in a weak voice.
The writhing mass of the tower of flesh, now even larger, was now displayed onscreen. Only Ota was looking at that otherworldly life form, his eyes full of adoration.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Part 6: Chapter 6
It was evening, and the streets of Kabukicho in Shinjuku were full of people. The alleyways leading to Shinjuku Station's eastern entrance were noisy with the sound of various music coming out of bars mixed with that of charming feminine voices. Along the roadside, a young salaryman was patting the back of a drunken woman, stooped over and vomiting. He looked slightly fed up, but seemed slightly reluctant to leave her.
It was not as if nobody was watching; a taxicab driver was looking at the two with an expression as if he was tired of seeing the same sight for the hundredth time.
A middle-aged woman with hair dyed red bent over next to the man.
"Hey mister, you got a light?"
"Eh? Sure." Not caring who it was, just happy that someone interrupted him, the man looked somewhat relieved as he held out his lighter.
"Light it for me, will you," said the woman.
The kindly man showed no sound of anger at the obnoxious request, flipped open the 100-yen lighter and lit the woman's cigarette. Blowing out a puff of smoke, she looked into his face.
"You're a pretty nice guy. Why not ditch this girl and come with me?" The redhead threw a hostile glance at the woman next to him, who had not finished throwing up. Tobacco fell from her fingers.
"I can hear the call!" She stood up, her eyes glittering with ecstacy. As if following her lead, the young man did as well.
"Tatsuya, where are you going?" Wiping the vomit off of her lips, the young woman, still crouched over, looked up at the man.
But as if her boyfriend had completely forgotten about her, he started walking away alongside the red-haired prostitute.
"What's wrong with you, you jerk!? I'm never going out with you again!" Her blouse still open and her chest exposed, the woman staggered to her feet.
Soon her eyes too stared into emptiness.
To the west.
The people just silently started walking.
It was not as if nobody was watching; a taxicab driver was looking at the two with an expression as if he was tired of seeing the same sight for the hundredth time.
A middle-aged woman with hair dyed red bent over next to the man.
"Hey mister, you got a light?"
"Eh? Sure." Not caring who it was, just happy that someone interrupted him, the man looked somewhat relieved as he held out his lighter.
"Light it for me, will you," said the woman.
The kindly man showed no sound of anger at the obnoxious request, flipped open the 100-yen lighter and lit the woman's cigarette. Blowing out a puff of smoke, she looked into his face.
"You're a pretty nice guy. Why not ditch this girl and come with me?" The redhead threw a hostile glance at the woman next to him, who had not finished throwing up. Tobacco fell from her fingers.
"I can hear the call!" She stood up, her eyes glittering with ecstacy. As if following her lead, the young man did as well.
"Tatsuya, where are you going?" Wiping the vomit off of her lips, the young woman, still crouched over, looked up at the man.
But as if her boyfriend had completely forgotten about her, he started walking away alongside the red-haired prostitute.
"What's wrong with you, you jerk!? I'm never going out with you again!" Her blouse still open and her chest exposed, the woman staggered to her feet.
Soon her eyes too stared into emptiness.
To the west.
The people just silently started walking.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Part 6: Chapter 5
It was 3:00 PM the same day, in Asukamura, located in Nara prefecture. Bathed in the burning rays of the sun, the green of the trees was bright enough to pain the eyes. Blisfully unaware of what was going on in the capital, the faces of the hikers treading the gravel road were drenched in sweat.
"Hey, want to head to Okadera next?" The college-age girl with the bob-haircut spoke coaxingly to the man with her.
"We're still a far clip from Tonomine Hotel. If we make too many detours the sun will go down while we're still on the mountains." Taking off his sunglasses, the man pointed toward the mountains nearby.
"We'll be fine, the sun is still high in the sky. Ah, a car."
At the woman's voice, the man sluggishly moved to get out of the way.
"Hmph, a Cadillac out in the sticks like this? Wish they'd give us a ride." Watching the car kick gravel aside as it drove out of site, the man turned and followed the woman.
"Can you let me out here?" Nakajima spoke to the black man driving the car as soon as he saw the stone tumulus. Opening the rear door of the car as it slowed to a stop, he jumped out onto the ground of Asuka.
"Good luck!" The driver showed his white teeth in a smile, than turned around, waving his hand.
Narrowing his eyes and looking at the far-off scenery with deep emotion, Nakajima sighed deeply and started walking to Shirasagi Mound. The rays of the sun pulled Nakajima into a sense of surrealness, as if his feet were not touching the ground. With effort, by imagining Yumiko trapped inside the fleshy pillar of Set's body, he was able to pull himself from the strange sensation back to the world.
Will I really be able to find Izanami again? The road between here and Yomi should have been sealed ages ago!
Nakajima pictured himself standing dumbfounded in the stone room, unable to find the pathway into Izanami's burial chamber. Even the instant he stepped onto Shirasagi mound, he could not seem to be able to convince himself totally that his memory from the month before was not just one big illusion. The traces of Kerberos' passing before had been completely concealed by the overgrowth. Nakajima stepped into the cool air blowing out from the Kumazasa-covered entrance to the tomb. As he saw the small hole from within the stone burial chamber that the cold was flowing out of, Nakajima's eyes finally lit up with a purpose.
For several hours, he gradually climbed down the long sloping passage. At the end of the long burial pathway, the silver relief marking Izanami's burial chamber was glowing. But the walls bore clear marks telling the tale of just how ferocious the battle with Loki there had been. The shattered fragments of of the pots in the room lay there as before.
Nakajima stepped up to the side of the white granite dais. Taking some of the pomade from one of the few unbroken pots, he sprinkled it over the human-shaped ash on its surface.
With a feeling of awe, Nakajima put his palms together and closed his eyes. Shortly, as he sensed the scent of the pomade being blown by a fresh breeze, there stood the unmistakable form of the goddess Izanami before him.
"I've been waiting for you." Though her voice was laden with the kindness of a mother greeting her child, Nakajima could clearly hear the anxiety in it.
So Izanami doesn't know exactly what is going on in the human world them...
Nakajima briefly explained to the goddess about his brief reunion with Yumiko, the battle with Set, and the banishment project that Feed had been secretly working on.
"I feel sorry for what happened to Tsukuyomi," said Izanami as Nakajima finished his tale.
"Tsukuyomi...you mean Narukawa? Was there some sort of deep connection between me and him?"
"Tsukuyomi is the god of the evening light. In an earlier life, he was one of your most powerful children."
For a moment, the two were silent. Nakajima felt a sense of deep guilt for Tsukuyomi, who had been killed by demons without any chance to be glorified in his reincarnation. But there was no time to be held back by sorrow.
"Izanami, if Professor Feed's test succeeds, what will happen to Yumiko?" That more than anything is what Nakajima wanted to know.
"Nothing like that has ever been tried before. Unfortunately that lies beyond the bounds of my knowledge." Izanami sighed softly.
Without any other sort of plan of action, if Feed managed to convince the American government, the demon summoning program would be activated on the satellite in dead orbit within a day or two. Somehow, Nakajima had to rescue Yumiko before that happened.
"Please, I beg you, give me the power to defeat Set. Even if it costs me my life, I have no regrets."
"I have no other power to give you. However...." Izanami, who had hesitated for a moment, was taken aback by Nakajima's concern for Yumiko, and quietly removed her robe, handing it over to him.
"Wear this robe. With it you will gain the ability to race through the heavens."
Averting his eyes from Izanami's pure, shining white naked body, Nakajima gently took the robe. It was as light as feathers and had the warmth of human skin.
"That robe was given to me by my husband Izanagi. It is also my connection to the human world. If you take that robe, then I may never be able to appear in the human world again. Nor even be able to possess Yumiko..."
Nakajima stiffened at Izanami's unexpected words.
"But that is also the soul of Izanagi. Truthfully, it would be most fitting if you wore it."
Izanami's voice became fainter and fainter. Looking up timidly, Nakajima saw her white skin lose its form, as if melting away into the darkness.
"Now go. Please take care of Yumiko..."
"Lady Izanami!"
As Nakajima instinctively extended his hand, it passed through Izanami's holograph-like transparent body and clutched the air. Only a small amount of ash remained in his grasp.
"Hey, want to head to Okadera next?" The college-age girl with the bob-haircut spoke coaxingly to the man with her.
"We're still a far clip from Tonomine Hotel. If we make too many detours the sun will go down while we're still on the mountains." Taking off his sunglasses, the man pointed toward the mountains nearby.
"We'll be fine, the sun is still high in the sky. Ah, a car."
At the woman's voice, the man sluggishly moved to get out of the way.
"Hmph, a Cadillac out in the sticks like this? Wish they'd give us a ride." Watching the car kick gravel aside as it drove out of site, the man turned and followed the woman.
"Can you let me out here?" Nakajima spoke to the black man driving the car as soon as he saw the stone tumulus. Opening the rear door of the car as it slowed to a stop, he jumped out onto the ground of Asuka.
"Good luck!" The driver showed his white teeth in a smile, than turned around, waving his hand.
Narrowing his eyes and looking at the far-off scenery with deep emotion, Nakajima sighed deeply and started walking to Shirasagi Mound. The rays of the sun pulled Nakajima into a sense of surrealness, as if his feet were not touching the ground. With effort, by imagining Yumiko trapped inside the fleshy pillar of Set's body, he was able to pull himself from the strange sensation back to the world.
Will I really be able to find Izanami again? The road between here and Yomi should have been sealed ages ago!
Nakajima pictured himself standing dumbfounded in the stone room, unable to find the pathway into Izanami's burial chamber. Even the instant he stepped onto Shirasagi mound, he could not seem to be able to convince himself totally that his memory from the month before was not just one big illusion. The traces of Kerberos' passing before had been completely concealed by the overgrowth. Nakajima stepped into the cool air blowing out from the Kumazasa-covered entrance to the tomb. As he saw the small hole from within the stone burial chamber that the cold was flowing out of, Nakajima's eyes finally lit up with a purpose.
For several hours, he gradually climbed down the long sloping passage. At the end of the long burial pathway, the silver relief marking Izanami's burial chamber was glowing. But the walls bore clear marks telling the tale of just how ferocious the battle with Loki there had been. The shattered fragments of of the pots in the room lay there as before.
Nakajima stepped up to the side of the white granite dais. Taking some of the pomade from one of the few unbroken pots, he sprinkled it over the human-shaped ash on its surface.
With a feeling of awe, Nakajima put his palms together and closed his eyes. Shortly, as he sensed the scent of the pomade being blown by a fresh breeze, there stood the unmistakable form of the goddess Izanami before him.
"I've been waiting for you." Though her voice was laden with the kindness of a mother greeting her child, Nakajima could clearly hear the anxiety in it.
So Izanami doesn't know exactly what is going on in the human world them...
Nakajima briefly explained to the goddess about his brief reunion with Yumiko, the battle with Set, and the banishment project that Feed had been secretly working on.
"I feel sorry for what happened to Tsukuyomi," said Izanami as Nakajima finished his tale.
"Tsukuyomi...you mean Narukawa? Was there some sort of deep connection between me and him?"
"Tsukuyomi is the god of the evening light. In an earlier life, he was one of your most powerful children."
For a moment, the two were silent. Nakajima felt a sense of deep guilt for Tsukuyomi, who had been killed by demons without any chance to be glorified in his reincarnation. But there was no time to be held back by sorrow.
"Izanami, if Professor Feed's test succeeds, what will happen to Yumiko?" That more than anything is what Nakajima wanted to know.
"Nothing like that has ever been tried before. Unfortunately that lies beyond the bounds of my knowledge." Izanami sighed softly.
Without any other sort of plan of action, if Feed managed to convince the American government, the demon summoning program would be activated on the satellite in dead orbit within a day or two. Somehow, Nakajima had to rescue Yumiko before that happened.
"Please, I beg you, give me the power to defeat Set. Even if it costs me my life, I have no regrets."
"I have no other power to give you. However...." Izanami, who had hesitated for a moment, was taken aback by Nakajima's concern for Yumiko, and quietly removed her robe, handing it over to him.
"Wear this robe. With it you will gain the ability to race through the heavens."
Averting his eyes from Izanami's pure, shining white naked body, Nakajima gently took the robe. It was as light as feathers and had the warmth of human skin.
"That robe was given to me by my husband Izanagi. It is also my connection to the human world. If you take that robe, then I may never be able to appear in the human world again. Nor even be able to possess Yumiko..."
Nakajima stiffened at Izanami's unexpected words.
"But that is also the soul of Izanagi. Truthfully, it would be most fitting if you wore it."
Izanami's voice became fainter and fainter. Looking up timidly, Nakajima saw her white skin lose its form, as if melting away into the darkness.
"Now go. Please take care of Yumiko..."
"Lady Izanami!"
As Nakajima instinctively extended his hand, it passed through Izanami's holograph-like transparent body and clutched the air. Only a small amount of ash remained in his grasp.
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