The Streets of Kabukicho on the Morning After the Latest Yakuza Battle in Shinjuku Were Dead
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(MUSIC: “wouldn’t even think ~” by Blanco Billions) The streets of Kabukicho on the morning after the latest yakuza battle in Shinjuku were dead. Nobody was out, having cleared the buildings they were holed up in all night and returning from whence they came in massive droves. Their departure had passed, and the neighborhood streets – brightly lit by the cloudless sky above, a stark white with a slight blue tint – were empty of any and all people, yakuza and civilian alike. This applied to the street that the yakiniku restaurant NO BEEF NO LIFE 2nd sat on just as much as it did every other street throughout Kabukicho. Inside the establishment, however… that was a different story. “Let’s see if I’ve got all this right,” Naokuu said. “You were kidnapped last night.” Shin looked down, silent for a moment, and replied softly. “Yes.” “By ninjas.” “Yes.” “Female ninjas, at that.” “Yes.” Naokuu closed his eyes, a grimace forming. “And they’re the ones who kidnapped Muchise.” “Yes.” “Not only her, but all the serial kidnapping victims too.” Shin’s response wasn’t as quick as the others, but he eventually said it. “Yes.” The two young men sat across from one another at one of the tables closest to the restaurant’s upper- floor smoking lounge, illuminated from the corridor past the doorless frame. The schoolboy sat in the chair, looking down at his hands resting in his lap, and the detective sat in the booth across, his arms resting on the table as the second cigarette he lit that morning burned away, the filter end clamped between his lips. After a lull that felt like too long, Naokuu exhaled, a breathy groan escaping alongside the smoke. “Hey, what was that sigh just now?” Shin asked, raising his head as he looked straight at Naokuu. “I wasn’t lying to you, not a word! Are you saying you don’t believe me?” “It’s debatable.” As he leaned back against his seat, Naokuu pinched the current waypoint of his cigarette with his thumb and index, removing the stick and blowing out the rest of the smoke. “Tell me, have you ever bothered to listen to what you just told me for yourself?” “No?” “Riiiiight. Then let me help you.” Naokuu turned to the side, letting his hand hang back as he put on a faux-innocent expression with his eyes. “Oh, no yakuza harmed me last night, no sir!” he mocked in a voice as close to Shin’s as he could make it. He then closed his eyes and turned his head the other way, aimed down. “But I was nabbed off the street and tortured until dawn by this group of kinky kunoichi! By the way, they’re the serial kidnappers,” he finished in his normal voice in the flattest tone possible. “You hear it now?” He pushed his cigarette against the bottom of the blue ashtray beside him, extinguishing it with a grind. “Sounds pretty asinine, doesn’t it? No criminal desperate for excuses would even think up a cover story that crazy, and if they did, no cop in their right mind would bother to trust such claims.” “R-Right,” Shin said with a nervous nod. “I’m sorry, sir.” “Don’t be.” Shin blinked in surprise. “I mean, if your alibi’s that farfetched…” He paused to light a new cigarette, already in his mouth, the Bic flaring up and igniting the end. “Couldn’t possibly be a lie.” With a motion of the thumb, he de-lit the lighter and stashed it away. “That, and you seem an honest kid. So yeah, I believe you.” Compared to his earlier shame, Shin’s expression had lightened considerably, enough that he was actually smiling some. He was relieved at the answer he got, and as such, he nodded to Naokuu again, his anxiety absent. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad.” “It’s kind of aggravating, though.” “Hm?” Shin looked up, blinking again. “What is?” “My case.” Naokuu crossed his arms, eyes closed as his cigarette rested between his left thumb and index, over the ashtray. “I went to all the trouble of conducting a thorough investigation into her disappearance, to the point of even finding the perfect suspects.” He opened his eyes and glanced to the right. “All my theories and hard work, all wasted away to nothing.” Shin looked down to the side, the shame returning in a different degree. Instead of feeling like a liar, he felt sorry for Naokuu’s situation, for being at fault in it. He didn’t apologize, though. Just nervous glancing, a breathless whimper murmuring its way out afterwards. “Although…” Shin looked back up at Naokuu, intrigued with what was to follow. “Thanks to your little adventure last night…” He returned his cigarette to his mouth, grinning once the end was in place. “I now know who the real culprits are. And they’re behind the serial kidnappings too? Man, talk about having everything handed to me on a silver platter,” he said with a small laugh. Shin smiled some as he witnessed Naokuu’s disappointment fade, feeling some of the same satisfaction he felt, for the same reason. His smile soon faded, though, but not in shame. “Not everything. We still don’t know where they are, let alone where they’re keeping Muchise.” “That’s what we’re gonna find out.” “Wait, we?” “Yeah,” Naokuu reaffirmed as he shifted himself to the left and stood up, placing one hand on his hip as he looked down at the still-seated Shin. “You’re the only one besides myself who really cares about rescuing her from those kunoichi. Not to mention you’re the one who made this break in the case to begin with. Face it, Shin. You’re as big a part of this investigation as I am.” Shin looked up at Naokuu as he stood and spoke, amazed at the subtle offer the man five years his senior gave him. He blinked once, still having a hard time believing his ears. “So whaddaya say?” Naokuu held out his hand, grinning down at the still-stunned Shin. “Care to help me out from this point forward?” It took Shin a while to process the proposition itself, gasping softly as he looked on in further amazement. Eventually, he found his answer, and stood up to give it. “Of course, sir,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’d be happy to assist in whatever way I can.” “Fantastic!” Naokuu pulled his hand back, only to bring it forward and grab Shin’s hand in what felt like a really hard high-five segueing into a handshake. It was definitely enough to make Shin yelp in surprise, blinking in further stupefaction as a small bead of sweat ran down the side of his head. “It’s good to have you on board, Shin.” Naokuu closed his eyes and grinned, pleased with the end result. The sincerity of the detective’s smile calmed Shin down some, forming his own smile. “Y-Yeah. Though I should probably get some sleep first. We were both up all night, after all.” “Good point. What do you say we meet up later this afternoon?” “Sure. Does the Tulry’s1 at the Cocoon Tower2 sound good?” “Sounds fine. And we’ll meet at around 4, alright?” “Got it,” Shin replied with a nod. “The Cocoon Tower Tulry’s at 4.” As the two’s conversation wound down, Shin gently broke their handshake of sorts and shifted over to where the light from the outside hall shone the brightest inside the room, which, naturally, was before the entryway. In the hall just outside the smoking lounge’s entrance and exit, a sign identifying the room as such hung to the right, while to the left hung a bulletin board filled with multiple faded and torn fliers, the biggest-standout being a fairly new paper ad for someplace called “JAMSEL U”, with the prominent image of a ponytailed girl in a form-fitting school sweater pulling a bound and gagged redhead in a schoolgirl outfit behind her3. “I’ll see you there,” Shin continued as he turned around and headed for that hallway, one hand in his pocket and the other hanging free. “See ya there, too.” (MUSIC END) 1 Tulry’s is a reference to Tully’s, a Seattle-based coffee house franchise with several shops located in Japan. 2 The Mode Gakuen Cocoon Tower, also known simply as the Cocoon Tower, is a 50-story skyscraper in Shinjuku housing three separate educational institutions: the Tokyo Mode Gakuen fashion vocational school, the HAL Tokyo technology and design college, and the Shuto Ikou medical college. There is a Tully’s Coffee shop inside the Cocoon Tower, located on the building’s first floor. 3 Jam-Orbital fans may recognize this image. Just before he stepped out into the hall, Shin stopped in his tracks, his free arm lightly swinging at the sudden pause. “Oh, I almost forgot. Since the two of us are partners now, I’ve gotta ask.” He turned his body around part-way and looked back at the detective still in the fringes of darkness. “You mind telling me your name, sir?” “Hn?” Naokuu blinked once, experiencing a short, delayed reaction to Shin’s question. “Oh! Right! I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself to you.” With a small smile, he stepped into the light, facing Shin. He then raised his hand and pointed his right thumb at his chest.