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Day Seven
4:30pm
The Koku Inn
Mai had barely finished signing when the clipboard was yanked from her hands. She watched as Mrs. Koku reviewed the receipt, her expression as if Mai had written a foul word there instead of her signature. Self-conscious, Mai glanced at the clipboard.
"Is there...something wrong?"
The inn keeper grunted.
"PEN."
Huh?
Mai blinked, confused, but then realizing what she still held in her hand, mumbled a quick, "oh, here."
Snatching up the offered pen, the old woman gave one last scowl before shuffling away. With the distinct feeling she was being silently cursed, Mai turned to leave. She had only made it a step though, when a second booming voice filled the lobby. Mr. Koku joined his wife.
"DID YOU DELIVER THOSE PACKAGES TO THAT GIRL?"
"I HAD TO, THERE WAS A RECIPT."
"SHE ACCEPTED THEM?"
"WITHOUT BATTING AN EYE. SHAMELESS. SHE EVEN HAD THE PLUCK TO TRY AND ASK ME WHO THEY WERE FROM. AS IF SHE DOESN'T ALREADY KNOW."
"NOW MY DEAR, SHE MIGHT NOT AFTER ALL. THOSE KINDS OF CITY GIRLS KEEP SO MANY RICH LOVERS, IT GETS HARD TO TELL THEM APART."
Whatkind of girl...?!
Mai was definitely warm now. She tugged at her hoodie, fighting the urge to share a piece of her mind with the slanderous inn keepers behind her— only past experience held her back. Arguing would do nothing but cause a scene. The last thing she needed was more eyes on her.
Grudgingly, she met the set that were. John's openly curious, but also empathetic. Ayako's side-long, and glittering with interest. Bou-san's amusement was clear from across the room. Reaching them, her head ducked in embarrassment, Mai was surprised to find Lin still standing there. His gaze was impossible to read as usual, but she noticed his attention lingered on the packages in Ayako's arms.
"If you're finished here, we should head in," he spoke, leading the way down the hall. Mai followed after, only too ready escape the lobby.
"Rich lovers, hm?" Bou-san murmured as she past him.
"Shut up."
They arrived at Ayako's room first, but the miko walked by.
"Leave me out of opening these boxes? As if."
Mai sighed, staring at her delivery.
So much for privacy.
But privacy was exactly what she was being afforded. Mai had braced herself for the prying looks and whispers as she returned to her room, but the occupants of the Koku Inn were too busy getting ready to be busy bodies.
They reached John's room next. With the agreement to meet for dinner, the young priest left them. Ahead of them, Lin opened his door.
"I've reserved a table, be there no later than six."
With these instructions, the Chinese man shut his door. Just the three of them, Bou-san and Ayako's suppressed interest and curiosity was given free reign.
"So, what do you think is in there?"
"Expensive shoes," Ayako answered, tapping the box with her nails.
Mai blinked, surprised at the woman's cool certainty.
What makes her so sure?
"What about perfume?"
"Perfume? No. It's shoes, and probably a dress too."
"What do you mean, no? Perfume makes a nice gift. And jewelry. Two-thousand yen says there's a necklace."
"Good gifts, according to 2 am infomercials. Your singleness is showing."
"Ah, so you've been watching them too?"
Mai reached over and took the packages out of the priestess' distracted arms.
"We're here," she announced, digging in her sweatshirt pocket for her key. That was when her gaze, as if drawn, fell on it. Unoccupied, room thirteen.
Naru.
With mixed feelings, Mai stared at the spot she had stood that morning. The familiar ache was present, but also, the thrill of anticipation.
He's coming back.
"What's with all the commotion out here?"
Torn from her thoughts, Mai saw the door to room twelve was open, an old man standing in it.
That neighbor.
Mai griped her key and quickly turned back to her door.
"So, it's you again. Should have known," he began, recognizing her. The commotion (argument between Bou-san sand Ayako) behind Mai paused.
"Who's your friend?" Bou-san asked. Mai turned the key in her lock.
"Ah, your parents," the old man continued, noticing Ayako and Bou-san. Mai nearly dropped her key.
Parents...?
"I tell you, you ought to have better control of your daughter. I couldn't sleep at all because of her boy chasing, pounding on the door next to mine well after midnight, and then, she was back at it even before the sun was up— "
The boxes Mai held were suddenly plucked from her. With a firm shove from a perfectly manicured hand, Mai stumbled into her room.
"You hear that? This is all your fault. You should reflect on your poor parenting," Ayako announced, backing in after Mai, smirking at the bewildered monk in front of her. Then, in a tone just he could hear, "We're going to spend some mother-daughter time. See you at dinner."
"What kind of father..." was the last thing Mai heard before the door was shut.
"Boy chasing?" Ayako asked with an arch glance.
"Forget it, mom."
"Fine, but only because we have bigger fish to fry." The miko held out the packages, "If you don't get these open, I will."
Mai took the packages, bringing them over to her unmade bed. Ayako made a disapproving face, but held her tongue. Mai's mind began to race. The same questions cycled through her head: who? Why?
Again, she looked for some form of identification. But her delivery was unmarked.
"Enough stalling. I'll do it."
Ayako picked up the smaller box and expertly slipped the wrap off. Then she did the same to the larger one. Mai's heart pounded in her ears.
The two of them stared down at the unwrapped boxes.
"Hi-ro-ko Ko-shi-no," Mai spoke, reading the name elegantly printed there.
"Hiroko Koshino...I recognize the brand— they have a store in Ginza. I visit them sometimes. When I'm in the mood to treat myself."
"Really?" Mai murmured, her curiosity mounting. Turning the large box over in her hands, she pulled at the corner, and the top came off. Buried in scented tissue paper was a dress, lace and rich burgundy. Mai stared, stunned. Next to her, Ayako had no patience for her shock. The priestess snatched up the smaller box, the lid was gone in an instant.
"I called it," Ayako remarked with satisfaction, "Shoes. And a dress. That monk owes me 2,000 yen."
"Oh, they even match," Ayako persisted, holding up the pair of lace flats next to the dress Mai held.
It's a complete outfit.
Standing there, considering the pair of luxurious gifts and how they came to be hers, Mai could feel Ayako's intent gaze.
"Ah, the spoils of having a rich lover. I'm jealous."
Mai blinked at the miko, only half listening, "Hm? What do you mean...?"
Ayako set the shoes down on the bed and gestured at them,
"I mean, if I wanted something like this, I'd have to be prepared to fork over 30,000 yen."
30,000 ?!
The dress slipped from Mai's fingers.
"What? That kind of money— I can't wear these! I don't even know who they're from! Who could afford such an expensive gift?"
Ayako bent down and collected the abandoned dress, her eyes narrowed critically. She made show of smoothing the lace, before giving a simple answer,
"Your rich lover."
Mai crossed her arms in protest,
"Ayako— I'm being serious."
The miko fixed her with a look, "So am I. You think rent in Shibuya is cheap?"
A heartbeat passed.
"Shibuya..."
She means—
"If I had known he had gone to Tokyo for a shopping trip, I would have made him take me along."
Mai grabbed the dress back.
Naru?
She inspected the seams, the tag...but it was no use, no trace of the sender was stitched there.
No way.
"Cinderella time." Ayako pressed the pair of shoes into Mai's arms.
"Cinderella?" Mai repeated, being coaxed towards the bathroom.
The miko shrugged at her,
"Well, if he's not your rich lover, then what else but your prince charming?"
Mai halted and made to object, but taking her shoulders, the priestess directed her straight into the bathroom,
"No? Okay...I guess he's just your generous boss who likes to drop 60,000 on his employees. Nothing special. Let me know when it's my turn, will you?"
"60,000? I thought you said 30,000?"
"That was just the shoes. The dress easily costs as much. Probably more. Now quit checking out price tags and get them on, we don't have all day."
And with that Ayako closed the bathroom door. Mai leaned her forehead against it. Speaking through it, she protested,
"But we don't know if it's even from him."
"60,000 yen says the dress and shoes are exactly your size."
Mai's felt heat rise to her cheeks at the miko's muffled answer,
"The size...? How would he know— "
"I was hoping you could tell me."
That Ayako.
"There's no use denying it," the priestess continued, unrelenting,"What kind of man buys a woman flats instead of heels...unless they know what a klutz they are? It's from him. So, do you have it on yet? Let's see..."
"No. You distracted me," Mai answered irritably, leaning back from the door. On the other side she could hear the miko rummaging around, muttering something about ungrateful people and going to dinner in her robes.
Mai sighed, and began undressing. Off came her hoodie.
4,000 yen.
Then her t-shirt.
1,000 yen.
And her jean shorts.
3,000 yen.
Mai reached for the lace dress, and paused.
30,000 yen...
That was almost enough money to pay for a month's groceries. Could she really wear something like that?
Is it really from...
"This a place is a wreck, how do you live like this? And your suitcase is completely empty, don't tell me you haven't been doing laundry...?"
I have nothing else...and Ayako's waiting...
Equal parts embarrassed and pleased, Mai unzipped the dress and slipped it over her head.
It was the exact size. Just as Ayako had said. Mai gazed at her reflection in the mirror, studying the details: the flattering cut, the hem falling just below her knees. Her arms were sleeved in intricate lace. The two cutouts at her waist were the only skin shown, the top of the dress coming up around her neck, delicate and modest.
"...and put a load in with mine tonight, really what were you planning on? You'll end up smelling like Bou-san. Are you done?"
"Not yet," Mai answered, glancing at the shoes,"but the dress fits."
"What did I tell you?"
Mai flushed, stubbornly ignoring the remark. Her attention then turned to her feet. Mai crouched down, her fingers trailing along her injuries. Relieved to see the skin mostly healed, she reached for the lace flats.
Another 30,000...
Each shoe on, Mai flexed her toes. Again, a perfect fit.
How...?
"What's taking so long, are you stuck? I'm coming in," Ayako announced, opening the bathroom door.
Mai straightened, self-consciously adjusting the dress. The miko's keen gaze swept over her.
"Mm, very nice. You look every cent of 60,000."
"It's comfortable," Mai countered, still bothered by the price tag.
"Even the shoes...?" the miko asked, approaching her.
"Even the shoes."
"Well done. He knows every inch of you, hm?"
"Ayako— "
"You're healing up nicely," she went on, leaning down to study Mai's feet, "Good."
"Can I keep the bandages off, do you think that's okay?" Mai wondered,
Ayako moved around her, coming to stand next the empty bathtub.
"I think so, you did fine yesterday. Just let me know how you feel after tonight," she answered, reaching in and plugging the drain. Mai watched as the miko turned the cold water faucet on full.
"What are you doing?"
"What you should have done already."
Ayako disappeared from the room, and reappeared a second later with a dress laid over her arm.
Originally pink, it was splotched red and brown. A chill ran through Mai. It was her dress from the night before.
"Let it soak, some of the blood may still come out..." Ayako mused, submerging the dress.
Mai stared. Absently she placed a hand to her chest. She felt a familiar ache, a heavy weight rested there.
"Alright, now for makeup and hair. Everything is back in my room, l'll get it."
"Ayako," Mai spoke, her gaze still lingering on the bath, "what did you do with your outfit?"
The priestess paused. Her lips twisted into a bitter pout,
"It wasn't salvageable. I threw it out."
A stark memory replayed in Mai's mind: Ayako, tending to the injured theater goers, the white she was wearing marred with streaks of red.
It wasn't salvageable.
"Hey, what's that face for...?"
Mai shook her head,
"Never mind. Thank you for helping."
"Helping? This is nothing," she answered gesturing at the pink dress, "You should see your room, you won't recognize it. God, I really am your mother..."
And with that the priestess left the bathroom. She returned some minutes later to find Mai perched on the counter, still facing the bathtub. Mai allowed the miko to go to work, creams, powders, liners...
"Close your eyes" Ayako ordered.
Obediently Mai shut them, feeling the swipe of a brush across her eyelids. It was then that she noticed it. How tired she was.
I hardly slept last night...
Passing in and out of exhausted consciousness, Mai's thoughts wandered, but they weren't aimless. Relentlessly, they cycled back to one thing...the dress soaking a few feet from her.
The other ghost.
"Quit frowning, you're ruining my work. You can open your eyes now."
Mai swallowed, surfacing from her reverie, blinking blurrily. Her eyes wanted nothing more than to close again.
"Just say it."
"Hm?"
"Something is bothering you."
Mai hesitated. There was so much couldn't just say.
"I was just wondering..." she finally said, "about the case."
Ayako made a considering noise, "Still uneasy? Is that it? Don't be. I personally saw to two exorcisms today. Really, all that is left to do is announce that we've cleared the haunting. Case closed."
Mai's brow furrowed,
"What happened at the theater was dangerous," she persisted in the face of the miko's self-assuredness.
"We've handled worse than Mr. Miyuki."
Mr. Miyuki.
Further weight pressed against Mai's chest.
"What if...but what if we're missing something? We need more time to investigate."
Ayako's trademark smirk emerged,
"Weren't you listening? Two exorcisms today. Whatever was there, is gone."
The priestess' bravado in full force, Mai gave up the argument. With a guilty conscience, she forced herself too look away from the bath and it's haunting reminder of the secret she was keeping.
The other ghost.
"Here, let's do something with that hair."
Ayako zipped up her makeup bag and stepped back, allowing Mai space to slip down from the counter. Mai turned and stared into the mirror.
"Pretty good, hm?" Ayako quipped, seeing Mai's expression, "I thought a smokey eye might be nice for a change. Suits you."
"It's...perfect."
Mai continued to gaze at herself. She wouldn't say it out loud, but Ayako had been right. She felt like Cinderella.
The miko's expert fingers went to work again. Sprays and bobby pins later, the front sections of Mai's hair were braided back, the rest left down.
"There. Very classy. If I didn't know better, I'd say you'd were some rich heiress."
A dress and shoes from a designer in Tokyo.
60,000 yen.
"It's comfortable," Mai repeated, modestly. But her heart raced. She couldn't help but imagine the moment she would see Naru.
"What time is it, already a quarter past five...? I need to head back." Ayako announced, gathering her things.
Mai followed the priestess from the bathroom, and got her first look at her bedroom. Mai blinked in surprise. She didn't recognize it. The window was cracked open to let fresh air in. The bed was made. There were no clothes strewn about the floor— in fact she saw none of her clothes at all. Not the green dress loaned to her from Nari. Not the shirt and shorts she borrowed from Ayako. Her suitcase was missing.
"Smells better, doesn't it?" Ayako remarked, with grim satisfaction, "It should. I took out those old food trays you had piled up. Honestly, I don't know how you live..."
"Where did you put it all?" Mai wondered, glancing at the tidy corners of her room.
"I stole your suitcase. I'll be doing laundry later. Everything else you had laying around is folded. Along with some festival greatest hits I found crumpled under your bed," Ayako answered admonishingly, "I figured you'd want to return them."
Festival greatest hits...?
Mai's gaze fell on something colorful stacked at the foot of her bed.
"I'll see you in thirty, meet me outside John's room," Ayako instructed on her way out the door. A rustle of robes and she was gone.
Mai let out a long breath. Careless of her hair, she threw herself across her bed. She was so tired.
Mai laid there, the last twenty-four hours running on a jumbled replay through her mind:
The theater.
The blood.
Mr. Sachi and Miss Miyuki.
Nari's near miss.
The pink dress.
Mrs. Motoshi.
Not friends.
The other ghost.
Naru taking her hand.
Naru helping her clean up.
Naru looking pale.
Naru gone.
Naru.
Naru.
Naru...
Mai blinked and cleared her throat. It suddenly felt tight. Her stare shifted from the ceiling to her sleeves. She studied the lace detail.
Is this really...from him?
Mai's heart fluttered. She sat up, blaming it on palpitations. That was when she caught sight of it again. The stack. Her festival greatest hits. Mai frowned, realizing that Ayako wasn't far off the mark. Sitting there were the forgotten dresses of festival days past.
Mai snatched at the bottom of the stack, effectively destroying it (sorry Ayako!). In surprise, she held up a dress of pale blue satin. Mrs. Koku had given it to her, the very first night of the festival.
I never gave it back...?
With growing guilt, Mai examined the rest of the ruined stack. Threads of purple and silver. The kimono Masako had lent her. Mai winced at the dirt stain marring the perfect brocade. Before thoughts of manhandling could surface, she turned her attention to the next dress. Dark green and velvet.
Ah, here's Nari's...
Mai's cheeks grew warm. The actress had been so generous. Mai had meant to return it right away.
I hope she's not in trouble with the costume department because of me.
Mai set to straightening the stack into something orderly again. She made a new promise to make good on her loans. Mai found herself restless, distracted.
The pink dress, soaking in the bathtub, haunted her. Ignoring it, her mind then treacherously fixated on the dress she was wearing now. How right it felt. How perfect it was. The best of any of the dresses she had worn. A persistent voice whispered that the person who had picked it out had done so with care...and if that person was Naru, then that must mean...
Her face growing hot again (for an entirely different reason), Mai firmly banished any further thought. Her eyes searched the room, but caught on the edge of the bed. Blue satin shimmered there. Mai hesitated. She glanced out the window, attempting to read the darkening sky. How late was it...would she even have the time...?
With a groan, Mai stood. She had made up her mind. She would do it. Against her better judgment, she snatched up the blue satin dress once again and left.
The hall outside Mai's door was unusually quiet. Mai took this as an encouraging sign and hurried on her way. She past John's room— there was no Ayako.
Good, still early.
Mai's footsteps slowed as she neared the lobby. She began to doubt herself. She recalled her earlier encounter with the old inn keeper, the woman's snide comments and suspicions. The last thing Mai wanted was to be the subject of another spectacle. She readjusted the dress that was draped over her arm.
I'll just hand her the dress, say thank you, and walk away...simple.
Mai approached the lobby counter, for a moment she entertained half a hope that no one would be there, but as luck would have it (or not), it was occupied. Mrs. Koku stood there, sorting through mail.
A moment past. Then another. Mrs. Koku continued sorting, occasionally turning to stick letters in cubby holes with room numbers printed next to them.
Mai cleared her throat.
Nothing.
Unnoticed, but not about to shout and attract attention, Mai placed the dress on the counter. The inn keeper's head snapped up. Seeing Mai, her surprised gaze...narrowed.
Mai bowed her head and gestured to the dress.
"Sorry that it's late, thank you for letting me borrow it."
"HUH?"
Eager to be free of her charge, Mai tried again.
"I said, thank you for— "
"WHAT'S THIS YOU'VE PUT HERE? A DRESS...?"
Mai heard voices in the hall, people were coming. She needed to be gone.
"On the first day of the festival, you let me borrow— "
"WAIT, I THINK I RECOGNIZE THIS— YES, THIS WAS MY SUKI'S. WHY DO YOU— "
The voices were loud now. Whoever it was, they were nearly there. The word spectacle flashed through Mai's mind. In a panic, she answered,
"YOU CAN HAVE IT BACK."
Flustered, she ducked her head in another bow and stepped away from the counter. As before, she had made it halfway through the lobby when a second voice boomed after her.
"I CAME OUT BECAUSE I HEARD A RAISED VOICE, WHAT'S THE COMMOTION?"
"OH, IT WAS THAT GIRL. YOU KNOW THE ONE. SHE'S JUST MADE HERSELF CLEAR. OUR POOR NIKO, SHE NO LONGER THINKS OF HIM NOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE HER NERVE, WALKING UP TO ME WEARING ANOTHER MAN'S SHIRT. SHAMELESS, I TELL YOU— SHAMELESS."
Heat burned Mai's cheeks.
Another man's...what?!
Just then the "voices" from the hall entered the lobby. Mai fled the scene, leaving behind the offended Kokus' and the nosy onlookers.
So much for simple.
Her temper and skin were still hot when she reached the part of the hall where Ayako stood waiting, outside of John's room. Catching sight of her, Bou-san waved from beside the miko.
Mai quickly attempted to gather herself, willing her cheeks to lose their color. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain the last few moments. She waved back. Reaching them, a low whistle greeted her.
"Well, would you look at that?"
Mai followed the monk's gaze to her dress.
"What? It's nice."
Bou-san smiled.
"Very nice."
"You'll notice the distinct lack of jewelry and tale-tell whiff of perfume," Ayako interjected, she held out an open hand, "Where's my 2,000?"
Bou-san shrugged, "Sorry, I spent it on this tie."
Ayako scoffed,
"Which you're wearing like a noose, are you a monk or a caveman?"
The next instant the miko was shoving her clutch into Bou-san's hands, her own going to work at his throat.
Relieved at the change of attention, regaining her composure, Mai allowed herself a chance to study her parents. Not that you could look anywhere else. They made quite a statement.
Ayako was dressed in an strappy hot pink number, which hugged every one of her curves. Her lips, heels, and nails were red. Her hair fell in red waves around her bare shoulders. What Mai could see of Bou-san around the miko throttling him, were peaks of sleek black dress pants, a crisp white button-up shirt, and a deep purple blazer. The tie he was wearing, which Ayako had finally managed to untangle, matched.
The door to the room next to them opened and out walked John.
"Ah," he spoke, acknowledging Ayako and Bou-san, "you are here...I thought I heard voices— oh, hello Mai."
"Oy, you're choking me."
"It's a tie, quit whining."
Escaping the miko, Bou-san pulled at his collar.
Ayako snatched her clutch back from the monk, and swatted him in the arm with it.
"Caveman."
Mai felt someone bump into her. It was a young woman, she smiled and apologized, but she wasn't out of ear shot when Mai heard her hushed gushing:
"I think that's her— the one from the lobby..."
"Did you see her dress?"
"Expeeeensive."
"How is that, isn't she apart of that paranormal team?"
"Oh, she isn't paying, that's for sure. Didn't you hear about the rich lovers she keeps in the city?"
Spectacle.
Mai frowned, crossing her arms. The hall was getting too full.
John noticed this also. He suggested they move on. The idea was quickly agreed to, and the young priest lead them into a swell of people headed for the dining room.
As they made their way through the inn, Mai kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with passersby, but it wasn't long before more whispered gossip reached her ears...
"So, he finally decided to stake a claim, eh? That's quite the down payment."
"My educated guess? No less than six figures."
Mai threw a dangerous look over her shoulder. She knew those voices. Her gaze flicked between the monk and the priestess trailing behind her. She caught their conspiring body language.
That Ayako.
"You have to admit, it's bit surprising. He's not usually this heavy handed."
"Eh, he must have been nervous, leaving her with alone with Niko around and all."
"Good point."
That Bou-san.
Flushing, Mai turned from them. Seeking refuge, she fell into step with John.
"I meant to tell you earlier, you look very nice— was that the gift you received?" he spoke with a kind nod towards her.
Gossip still ringing in her ears, Mai nodded back,
"Yes, it is."
She gestured to the suit the young priest was wearing,
"You look very nice too. I can't figure how you and the others thought to bring such dressy clothes...if it weren't for my donations I'd be wearing jeans to the festival."
John gave a small smile, rubbing at the back of his neck,
"To tell the truth, I didn't think of it. I only brought the basics— a suit definitely wasn't on the list."
Mai titled her head at him,
"But then...?"
John adjusted the bow-tie at his neck,
"It's a rental," he confided sheepishly, "I can't speak for the others, but Bou-san and I rent our suits. There's a man who offers them...isn't he at your festival meetings too?"
Mai shook her head, thinking back to the last festival meeting she had attended. It had been awhile, but she didn't recall anyone hawking dresses.
"So, that explains it," she murmured, her mind wandering over the variety of looks Bou-san had sported.
It was then that the crowds surrounding them parted. Double doors swung open to admit people inside. They had arrived at the dinging room.
Mai halted, her heart suddenly racing.
Naru.
Was he there?
A touch at her shoulder. Mai jumped, a hand coming to her chest. There it was again, that deep ache, that weight. She felt so close to shifting it now...
"Mai, aren't you coming...?"
Mai met John's wondering stare. The whispers of those around her were growing.
"That's her isn't it?"
"What's she doing?"
"Look at her blocking the way, how rude."
"I bet she's waiting for someone."
"You think? But she came with someone..."
"So?"
Spectacle.
Mai took hold of John's arm and they passed through the doors.
The warmth of a full room. The din of countless conversations. The perfume of lilies and spice.
Mai noticed none of it. Her focus was singular.
Naru.
Next to her, John gave a small wave. Mai followed his gaze to a table at the back of the room. There was a kind of buzz humming in her veins. She suddenly felt light, heart fluttering. The weight was gone.
Between people, Mai caught sight of those seated at their table. Silver and gold. Elegant, radiant. Masako.
Of course she would be here first.
Mai didn't have a moment for jealousy though, her eyes were closing the distance. In a chair next to the medium. Black.
Mai stared, and blinked.
Lin.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Mai stepped back from the chair she had run into. The man sitting there waved a scolding finger at her,
"Look where you're going young lady!"
"Are you alright?" John asked, gently moving her along.
"I think so."
She rubbed at her aching chest. She felt as though she had swallowed concrete.
Stupid indigestion.
Mai reached their table without any further incident. She sat in a seat without knowing which one, her mind one track.
Where is he...?
A commotion pulled Mai from her thoughts. Bou-san and Ayako were busy greeting the table and finding chairs. The monk sat beside Mai. Mai glanced over at him, and he met her eyes...and then his shifted. Meaningfully.
Mai hesitated, distrusting his expression, which seemed far too smug, but then turned toward where he was looking.
Lin sat opposite of them, his steady gaze returned hers.
Mai gave a guilty start. The disappointment she felt earlier wasn't the Chinese man's fault. Mai summoned a smile bowed her head politely toward him.
Mai then brought her attention back to the monk, but his was still regarding Lin. A knowing spark glittered in his eyes. Mai's brows furrowed, she looked back to Lin. She gave another start. He was still staring at her...or rather, her dress. He seemed to be studying it. Evaluating. With a jolt of panic, Mai brushed at her sleeves, and skirt— had she gotten something on them? But there was nothing there.
"What, don't tell me you've spilled on yourself already?" Ayako scolded, noticing Mai's inspection. The miko waved a napkin at her, "Remember those price tags."
"Why, did Niko spend a lot?"
That Masako.
Mai eye's snapped to the medium in time to see her red lips smirk before a sleeve covered them, Mai's own lips parted in objection: you wish! It's from—
But Mai caught herself. What was she doing? How could she suddenly claim it was Naru's gift...wasn't she the one arguing that they didn't know who it was from? Annoyed at herself, Mai shut her mouth.
Ayako had no such qualms.
"Tsk, this dress from Niko? As if. That country bumpkin doesn't have an ounce of taste. Here, take these..."
The miko pushed a pile of napkins at Mai, which she had no choice but to accept, still not sure what she spilled. When she chanced another glance at Lin, he wasn't looking anymore.
"So...where's our guest of honor? I thought Naru was supposed to join us?" Bou-san spoke, gesturing at the head of the table.
Mai scrunched the napkin in her hands. It was the question she had wanted to ask since seeing his empty seat. Across from her Mai saw that's Masako's smirk was replaced with a look of keen interest.
"He called a couple of hours ago, there was traffic leaving Tokyo. I expect him anytime."
Anytime.
Mai let go a breath she didn't realize she was holding.
"Well, we know why Naru's missing, but what about our dinner?" Ayako interjected, tapping her nails impatiently against the table.
"They announced it just before you came in," Masako answered, "They're recreating the banquet from last night. They're be serving us shortly."
"The banquet?" The miko repeated. She was clearly attempting to recall the food.
Terrified masses.
White splotched with red.
"Was there even anything to eat there...?" Ayako persisted.
"Cold rice, don't you remember?" Bou-san chimed in, eyeing the kitchen door darkly, "They're wrong if they think they're feeding me that again."
But Ayako and Bou-san needn't have been concerned. Servers visited their table shortly after, bringing with them steaming hot plates. A heady fragrance fill the air.
That scent...it's familiar?
The servers left the table. Mai was left with an empty spot in front of her.
Mai felt the pitying looks before she saw them. Next to her Bou-san cleared his throat and pushed his plate toward her. Ayako poured some of her tea into Bou-san's cup and then scooted her's down, all the while murmuring under her breath,
"...this is what happens, should have seen it coming...give her this, we'll share your tea. Did you give her enough rice? Don't be stingy, you can't be that hungry— "
"Koku's are really vengeful people, aren't they? Oy, I've given her half my plate, how about you share with me?"
"Scary vengeful, but really with her walking around in that dress— what do you expect? Skipping out on her dinner is getting off easy if you ask me. Fine, you can have this portion, but don't even try to steal more than that," Ayako negotiated, drawing a line through her rice.
Walking around in that dress.
Mai bristled where she sat, confusion and hunger were not a good mix.
"But that's your dinner," Mai spoke as Bou-san pushed a set of chopsticks into her hand.
The monk patted the back of her head,
"You think we're going to let you starve? Eat."
Mai colored a bit, touched by his affection.
"Thanks, but I can just order..." Mai began, attempting to grab a server's attention.
"Oh, did they not serve Mai? Again? Those people, really..."
Mai waved a dismissive hand as Masako began dividing up her food.
"Didn't serve me, you mean like on purpose? No, they just forgot— here I'll catch someone," Mai protested obstinately.
Ayako scoffed,
"Like they haven't done it before? Of course it was on purpose. That isn't Niko's dress you're wearing..."
Koku's are really vengeful people, aren't they?
Mai set her jaw. Understanding broke over her.
Rich lovers.
Searching for the kitchen door with her eyes, Mai made to stand.
Those Kokus.
That was it. She was going to have dinner even she had to cook it herself.
"Excuse me, we're missing a meal at this table."
Lin had spoken. His tone caused Mai to pause. There was no room for misinterpretation. His meaning was clear. Fix it.
"Ah, ah— which table is this...?" the caught server stammered, suddenly sweating under the piercing stare of the Chinese man, flipping through order notes, "Um, — uh it says here that— that there's a special order."
Mai sat down.
Special order?
"That explains it— the order would take longer, the food was not prepared yet like the rest of tonight's menu...it should be here soon, I— I can even check on it for you!" the server mumbled, stepping away from their table.
"A special order, eh?" Bou-san said, already drawing his plate back over to himself, "If it's better than this— you're sharing."
"A special delivery...and now a special order?" Ayako smiled. A mischievous light danced in her eyes that Mai only knew too well, "Hmm, I wonder if it could be from the same person...?"
Mai felt her face growing warm. She picked up the tea cup Ayako had given her and hid behind the rim.
The mystery of the special order was solved soon enough though. A short time later, the same flustered server stood at Mai's side, a tray with a bowl filled to the brim balanced on one hand. He set the bowl before Mai.
"Beef Udon," he announced, also placing a fresh cup of tea in front of her. Mai stared down into her dinner with surprise, but before she could say anything, a small white envelope was held out to her.
"He apologizes for the wait, and hopes you'll accept this note."
Automatically, Mai took the envelope in both hands, nodding to the server as he quickly bowed himself away from their table.
"It is better than mine," Bou-san remarked, regarding her meal. Deftly he stole a piece of beef. Mai didn't bother with him. Her fingers were working to open the note she was given. She felt the curiosity of five sets of eyes as her own swept over the neat scrawl across the white paper:
Since you're allergic. Please enjoy, maybe I will see you later? -Niko
"It's from Niko," Mai said, putting the note down.
Not Naru.
Was what she felt relief or disappointment? Stubbornly, Mai refused to examine such feelings. Looking for a distraction, she immediately picked up her chopsticks and went to work defending her Udon from the monk's pillaging.
"Hm, really?"
Ayako snatched up the note. Mai fought off Bou-san with one hand and reached for the note with the other,
"Hey— "
"Since you're allergic..." Ayako read aloud. Her gaze flicked from the paper to Mai, "You never did share that story."
"That's why she get's Udon and we're eating a bunch of flowers? He thinks she's allergic? Where is he, let him know I'm about to choke right now..." Bou-san protested, pushing his plate away.
A bunch of flowers?
Mai's glanced around the table. Five plates. Five serving of rice, grilled vegetables, and...lily petals?
Bou-san's dish had an entire lily flower adorning his, it looked limp and soggy.
Mai's gaze scanned the room around them. Severs were busy at two long tables which lined the walls. Silver trays glinted, filled with lily dishes.
That was the familiar scent...
Mai nudged her bowl over a few inches, toward the monk beside her, an unspoken invitation that he could share. With a grateful smile, he gave the back of her head another pat. He helped himself.
Ayako tossed the note back at Mai, which she made a clumsy grab at, just narrowly missing losing it in her broth.
"Well, I guess the least he could do is make you dinner. Even if it's a pitiful attempt, he's gotta stay in the game somehow..."
"I think you're too ahead of yourself. No one had taken credit for the dress yet," Masako quipped, clearly satisfied that Naru hadn't signed the note.
That Masako.
Dinner progressed with different levels of satisfaction. Ayako picked at her food and continued to go back and forth with Masako over the mysteries of Mai's dress. Mai pointedly ignored them, though a small part of her itched to wipe the smug look off the medium's face. Silently, she rooted for Ayako.
Bou-san was enjoying himself. The bickering and the food were to his liking. He even generously gave Mai the last piece of beef. John was busy playing referee to Ayako and Masako's match, and also exchanging a few words with Lin here and there. Mai caught his eye occasionally and they exchanged knowing smiles. Mai dared to glance over at Lin, but the Chinese man did not look in her direction again.
Managing a few bites between the monk's shoveling, Mai found herself engaged less with the table than the doors to the dinging room. People moved in and out, but none of them were Naru.
Where is he?
"Relax. He'll be here. No doubt his foot is glued to the gas petal."
Mai startled. Bou-san smiled over at her. Slightly embarrassed for being so obvious, Mai dropped her gaze from the dining room doors. Consolingly she reached for her cup of tea, sparing the monk beside her a wondering look,
"Glued to the gas petal...? Why?"
Bou-san's eyebrows raised as if to say, isn't it obvious?
"To see you in that dress."
Mai flushed, she opened her mouth to protest, but the monk cut her off,
"Ah— " Bou-san held up a finger, "If you're going to say it's not from Naru, you can go sit over there with Masako. I'm sure she'd appreciate the backup. If I'm keeping track correctly, she's a couple points down at the moment."
That Bou-san.
Mai pursed her lips. His spread into a smirk.
Looking to escape the monk's scrutiny, Mai leaned back in her seat. Her gaze settled once again on the double doors. Lin's words rang in her head.
Anytime.
Anytime.
Anytime.
At some point Mai found herself staring at the dredges at the bottom of her tea cup, the bowl next to her empty. Dinner was over.
Chairs around her were being pulled out, conversation fell to a low murmur as festival goers left the dining room. The group from SPR joined them.
Entering the hall, Mai walked along side Masako. Grudgingly, Mai acknowledged that the medium was in exceptional form that night. Draped in shining folds of silk and rich embroidery, she was regal.Mai bit the inside of her cheek in annoyance. She knew who it was all in an effort of. Naru. Mai's fingers absently ran along the lace of her sleeves. What did it mean if she really was wearing Naru's dress...?
The question was the crux of everything, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. The murmurs had started again. Just out of earshot, her name was being whispered.
Mai fought hard for nonchalance.
Don't let it get to you.
Glancing at Masako, she drew some inspiration. She stood a little straighter, tilted her chin. She gazed ahead in a haughty manner. Queenly.
Mai made it all the way to the lobby that way, and then her bravado failed her. She lingered at the end of the hall, working up the courage to peek around the corner, to see if...
"Afraid of the Kokus? Me too. Better hold my hand."
And with that Mai was pulled from her hiding spot and tugged through the lobby, trailing Bou-san. Mai kept her head ducked. With every step she expected an outburst, (HEY IT'S THAT GIRL WHO DUMPED OUR PRECIOUS GRANDSON), but soon her feet were crossing the threshold and suddenly she was standing outside the inn.
"Made it," Bou-san grinned, releasing her hand.
Mai smiled back, "Thanks."
The two of them fell into step, following the current of people headed for the Miyuki theater. Leaving the inn, Mai couldn't help herself. Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes searched for a car. A black van to be precise. The three parking spots sat empty and open. Mai sighed and looked ahead.
Anytime.
Mai walked on, careful of the mud wearing her new shoes.
Remember those price tags!
A tap on her shoulder broke her concentration. It was Bou-san, pointing at something.
"Pretty tonight, hm?"
She stared out over the festival grounds they were passing. There hung the strands of lanterns, and beyond them, a sunset burning gold. With the sun disappearing, the air was taking on a crisp feel. Mai rubbed her arms against the chill.
Sharp elbows and toe stepping, cologne and perfume mingling, people speaking in her ear. They had reached the theater. The crowd gathered outside the steps seemed as though it were the entire population of Nozomi. And directing them all, was Mr. Sachi. In a suit of deep red, he stood at the top of the stairs.
Mai squinted up at him, lit by the last light of the day. He was smiling and waving. A person stood beside him. The young woman from earlier. Not Nari.
Mai frowned, thinking of the actress. Was she at home, dreaming of being on stage?
Unfair.
Mr. Sachi made eye contact. He frowned. Mai took a half step back in surprise. The expression he fixed her with was particularly cold and reproachful. Even as he was announcing a loud welcome to the crowd, she had the distinct feeling of being unwelcome.
What...?
Confused, Mai stared blankly back. There was a dismissive snort from just behind her. Mai turned her head just in time to see a flash of black and gold move by. Blonde hair gathered in an effortless bun. An evening dress straight out of the finest shops in Ginza. Miss Miyuki.
Mai's gaze snapped back to Mr. Sachi. Sure enough, his eyes were following the heiress.
Ah.
Mai's confusion evaporated.
He wasn't looking at me.
"Oy, what's the hold up?" A voice suddenly spoke in her ear, "you wouldn't be trying to separate from us just so you can sneak off to look out for Naru, would you...?"
That Bou-san.
Mai met his teasing with distracted indifference, she started forward again. Her eyes lingered on the top step of the theater.
"What if I was?"
"That would be fine, but not alone. Take me with you."
Mr. Sachi faced away from her. He was talking to the young woman.
"Actually...I was keeping a look out for Mr. Sachi," she admitted.
"Ugh, Mr. Sachi? In that case,don't take me with you."
Bou-san's eyebrows furrowed,
"Why would you want to keep a look out for him anyways?"
"Because he's worth keeping a look out for."
Bou-san nudged her in the side.
"Alright, enough of the cryptic stuff— you gonna tell me what this is about?"
"Mr. Sachi and Miss Miyuki. I saw them, just now. Their body language was... "
"Murderous?"
Mai blinked, considering this.
"Bou-san, that's a bit of stretch...I would say they seemed cold maybe, but not murderous."
"Mai, we've been over this. You know I trust your intuition, but in this case, you're wrong. People who look at each other murderously justaren't madly in love."
"They weren't murderous— " Mai protested, but the monk continued on,
"Hell hath no fury. I'm sticking to my gut on this one. And besides that, they can't be seeing each other. They're too busy seeing other people."
"Other people?"
The monk stared down at her, he lowered his voice as they caught up with the festival goers moving around the side of the theater. It vaguely occurred to Mai at that moment that she didn't know where she was headed. Through the crowd she could see Ayako. Every now and then the miko glanced back at them, obviously curious at why they had fallen behind.
"Sure, there's other people. Nari. Masako. Come on Mai, don't tell me you've forgotten what a Casanova our Mr. Sachi is?"
Mai's cheeks colored in the gathering dark. She did remember. Thinking of Nari again, she crossed her arms.
Unfair.
"Alright," Mai conceded, lowering her voice to match Bou-san's, "But what about Miss Miyuki?"
The monk smirked.
"Easy. Myself...as you know I've been spending one on one time with her. She can't help but fall for my charms." In the face of Mai's smirk (clearly doubtful) the monk finished, "And then there's Naru of course."
Mai was no longer smirking.
"Naru?"
The monk nodded.
"It's obvious she's interested. They were partners. She's always hanging around him."
Mai's arms tightened across her chest.
"Naru's not interested, I can tell you that."
"Maybe not...but does she know that? My theory still stands. I'm telling you the only thing between Mr. Sachi and Miss Miyuki is a contract."
Mai found herself frowning hard at the monk's back as she followed him into a line that was forming on the far side of the theater.
He doesn't see it...
"What are we doing out here?" she asked, finally acknowledging her surroundings. She had never been taken to this part of the theater grounds.
"Making wishes."
"Huh?"
The monk threw her a look over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised.
"I take it Niko had other things to say last night than talk about a stuffy festival, hm?"
Recalling the night before, standing outside Naru's door...her troubled sleep...Mai rubbed grudgingly at her chest.
"He mentioned something about achievements...?"
The monk nodded,
"That's right. Apparently today represents Mr. Miyuki's grandest achievement, this theater. He fulfilled his dreams...and now we get a turn."
Confused, Mai was about to ask how, when the lined moved.
"May your wish come true."
Mai blinked in surprise.
I know that voice.
Ahead of her, the monk was offering a polite bow to a person handing him something. Bou-san stepped forward. The line carried on.
"May your wish come true...oh, Mai!"
"Nari!" Mai greeted bowing her head politely. Her eyes fell to the actress' feet. She stared in concern, "How are you?"
The young woman smiled, feeling Mai's sincerity,
"I know my mother is making a fuss, but I'm fine— really. It's certainly nothing that would keep me from the festival. I represent Mrs. Miyuki after all."
Nari reached into the basket she carried and pulled out a smooth wooden shingle with a string attached.
"Here, take this. Write your best wish...who knows, it just might come true."
Mai accepted the shingle, but her eyes lingered on Nari. The actress appeared to be wearing some kind of boot underneath her long evening dress.
"Should you be standing like this, is that okay?"
"Joji asked, he thought it would be good for the town to see me. I think so too. I know so many people were worried about me. Thank you for the flowers by the way, they were very nice."
The person behind Mai cleared their throat loudly. Nari shared another smile, and then Mai was forced to move along.
Joji asked...
The heat of righteous anger burned in Mai's stomach. She clutched the wooden shingle in her hands tightly.
Unfair.
"What did you write? What ever it is you look awfully angry about it."
Bou-san was peering down at the shingle she was clutching.
"Hm?"
Mai held up her blank shingle, "Nothing, what am I supposed to write?"
The monk waved a marker at her.
"I told you, a wish. The tradition is: you make a wish and hang it on one of the trees Mr. Miyuki planted. At the next festival, if your wish came true— you get to add your shingle to the theater, marking your achievement. You and Niko really didn't discuss the festival last night, did you...?"
Mai snatched up the marker, but didn't rise to his bait. Instead, her eyes were on the shingle in the monk's hand, attempting to read what he had wrote there. Bou-san caught her stare and held it out of sight.
"Nice try."
Mai was left with no option other than to turn her attention to her own shingle. But what would she write there...?
A wish.
Mai let her mind wander. It was as if she was holding a lottery ticket. The possibilities were endless...
To see Naru.
Mai paused, her marker posed to write. She shook her head. She didn't need to wish for that, did she?
Anytime.
Mai looked up from her shingle. Her eyes scanned the crowd, was he there...? That was when she saw them. Three large trees. What looked like hundreds of shingles hung from their branches.
Mr. Miyuki planted them...
Mai stared, lost in thought. It was if she could see playwright standing there, bent over dust and dirt, seeds in hand.
Mai suddenly knew her wish. Her marker moved with smooth strokes across her shingle.
The line carried on. Mai watched as people, in small groups, were allowed approach the trees. More shingles were hung, including Bou-san's. Mai's gaze followed the monk, hoping to get to see his wish after all, but her view was blocked by those waiting in her group.
That Bou-san.
It was Mai's turn next. The sun was nearly set, a dim orange glow filtered through the trees. Mai walked to the largest tree, searching for a branch. Wishes, written in every style were on display. Considerately, Mai averted her eyes from most the shingles, but two caught her attention.
I wish...to fess up before it's too late.
I wish...to accept these feelings.
Deciding they were in the same earnest spirit as her wish, Mai placed her shingle among them. Clasping her hands together, she bowed her head.
May our wishes come true!
Excusing herself past those with their wishes still in hand, Mai began to search for Bou-san and the rest of SPR. Behind her, Mai's shingle swung in the breeze.
I wish...to solve this case!
A familiar voice carried through the murmur of the crowd, Mai turned toward it, but it didn't belong to the monk. Niko, dressed respectably in a silk jacket, was holding up a shingle to those gathered around him.
"Mrs. Soto has an achievement to add to the theater. Her wish was to be granted grandchildren within a year, and her wish came true. Her son and his wife are expecting. Everyone congratulate her!"
There was clapping and cheers, and then Niko offered a hand to Mrs. Soto. The woman accepted it happily and the two of them approached the theater. Rows and rows of shingles lined the back wall, but there was still room for more. Carefully, Niko helped the woman hammer her shingle on.
When they finished there was more applause, and Mai joined in smiling at the proud Mrs. Soto. It was then that Niko noticed her. In the middle of greeting the next accomplished person, he stopped to wave.
Mai waved back, wishing she could thank him for the dinner he made her, but there was no chance. It was too crowded. Curious eyes flicked between them. Mai could practically hear the rumors growing. Looking to escape the scrutiny, Mai ducked her head, and— walked straight into the person standing behind her.
"Oh— Bou-san."
"Oy, there you are. I've been looking for you."
"I've been looking for you."
"Where are you going in such a hurry? Don't you want to say hi to Niko?"
Mai didn't pause, working her way through the people who eagerly pressed in to watch the achievements.
"He's busy."
"Ah...so you've got tongues wagging, hm?" Bou-san spoke knowingly, following after her, "Would it help if I put my arm around you? Throw them off the scent?"
"Bou-san, the last thing I need is to be connected to you too.You're the smarmy one, remember?"
The dense crowd Mai pushed past grew thinner and thinner, until she stepped out into an open area. They were back in front of the theater. It was much less congested now.
Everyone must be inside...
Mai glanced at the top of the stairs. No Mr. Sachi.
The play must be starting...
"Sorry to break it to you, but smarmy or not— we're already connected."
"How so?"
Bou-san linked his arm with hers.
"Like this. Who else would walk you through those doors?"
Mai's gaze shifted to the doors in question, unassuming to the naked eye, and then to the monk's face. She gave his arm a squeeze,
"You're the only one."
"That's right."
Smiling, the two of them set to climb the steps, but they were halted by a sudden jostling. Bou-san's other arm was seized by a set of immaculate red nails.
"Ayako?" Mai spoke, surprised.
The monk stared down at the miko's hold on his arm,
"What are you doing?"
"I was waiting for you."
"Why?"
"The others already went ahead."
"So?"
"Ungrateful. I figured you'd wonder where we went. Also, I don't do well with those doors either..."
The monk's eyebrows furrowed, considering this.
"Are we going or what? We'll be late." Ayako prompted, ignoring Bou-san's searching look.
In the end he relented, letting her hang on his arm. The three of them ascended the stairs...but not without notice or comment. Mai was painfully aware of this. Every passing face, she could feel their gaze. See them whisper.
We're definitely connected now.
Her annoyance quickly gave way to stronger feelings though the instant she stepped through the double doors. She didn't care who saw Bou-san rubbing circles on her back as her world tilted and spun behind her eyelids. To the monk's left, Ayako was making a show of handling her symptoms, but still she leaned heavily on Bou-san's arm.
When Mai's stomach finally stopped rolling, she recovered a presence of mind enough to take in her surroundings. Mai stared around and found her eyes were searching for something specific. There. Next to the auditorium doors. The spot Naru had stood the night before.
But the space was empty now, like the lobby.
Of course. Everyone is inside, watching the performance.
The question of whether her boss was among those already seated had her pulse beating quick.
Anytime.
As if he could read her mind, Bou-san spoke, looking to Ayako,
"Hey, was it just you guys when the rest of the team went in? Naru hasn't shown up?"
The miko relinquished her hold on the monk, she busying herself with her hair. Bou-san's hand hovered at her elbow, not buying her nonchalance, Ayako still seemed peaked.
"It was just us. I take it you haven't seen him yet either?"
"Nope."
"Hm, maybe he won't make it tonight..."
Mai frowned, the ache in her chest seemed to throb.
"We better be getting in there— hey, you okay?" Bou-san wondered, catching sight of her, "You need more time, are you still sick?"
Mai waved off the monk's worries,
"I'm fine, it's just indigestion. Let's go."
Mai was the first to the auditorium doors and she opened them in the midst of applause. Mr. Sachi had just taken the stage. Next to him was the young actress replacing Nari. Involuntarily, Mai's eyes traveled to the space above the stage. Bright lights the size of air conditioning units shown down, minus one. As if acknowledging the tragedy that could have been, no adjustments had been made to correct for the missing light. Mai felt herself shiver. She wondered if Nari was in the audience, staring just the same.
"...as you have seen, doing so well. We are all so thankful! But, you know what they say in this business— the show must go on. We do have a play for you tonight, and it will be lead by none other than our talented Ayumi Ito. Everyone please welcome her."
There was another round of applause. The young woman bowed politely. It was then that Mai saw them. John and Masako. They were standing stiffly, just outside the spotlight.
The fated...
The two of them were making their mandatory appearance, symbolizing the love between Mr. Miyuki and Mrs. Miyuki. Mai winced, not missing the irony.
"Without further ado, I turn you over to our brilliant cast. Tonight, enjoy reliving the story of Mr. Miyuki's greatest achievement: building this theater."
The lights dimmed. In the shadow of the stage, Mai could just see John carefully helping Masako down the steps. Ayako moved past Mai to intercept them,
"There you are. Where are we sitting?"
John lead the way. As usual, Mr. Sachi had seated them close. Mai spotted Lin at the end of their bench. She bobbed her head in silent greeting.
Situated between Bou-san and Ayako, Mai faced the stage. Music, costumes, props. She attempted to focus, study the actress who was not Nari...but Mai's attention was repeatedly drawn away. There was a certain tension in her shoulders. The hair at the nape of her neck was raised.
The sky through the skylights was purple with dusk, but all Mai saw was the churning black and rain lashed glass of the night before. Absently, Mai touched at her shoulder. The blood. It had stained her dress, the benches, dripping, dripping, dripping...
It was all gone now. Everything was so polished, it shined. Mr. Sachi's cleaning team had seen to that...but the cause? The other ghost.
We were supposed to see to that.
Mai glanced at the miko beside her. She seemed at ease, even a little bored.
"I'm confident in my abilities. The theater is clear."
Mai recalled Ayako's words with a frown. She wanted to believe, but was the theater really clear? Mai sat on edge for the whole first act, alert to any paranormal activity...but as the second act rolled around, she found herself battling...to even stay awake.
Exhaustion. It seemed her lack of sleep and her early morning had finally caught up to her. Mai fought to hide another yawn. Bou-san nudged her gently,
"Hey...you falling asleep?"
Mai shook her head. Determined, she concentrated on the play. A scene depicting the building of the Miyuki theater was in progress. Mai blinked. And again. And again...
And then there was screaming. Shrill. Piercing.
Mai sprang up from her seat. Her gaze widened. Straight ahead, center stage— stood Mr. Miyuki.
"Mr...?"
Surprise and adrenalin. Mai's heart pounded in her chest. The screaming pounded in her ears. Mai's eyes searched for the source. There. Behind Mr. Miyuki...was someone.
One.
Two.
Three.
Mai ran past bench after bench. There was no pushing and shoving. They were empty.
This is a dream.
Mai reached the stage, her hands clasped to her head.
"What is going on?" she cried over over the cacophony.
Mr. Miyuki faced her. His expression was same as the first time she had seen him. Sad. Tormented. Beseeching...but there was also something else. Grim determination. He had a message for her.
Mai took a step towards him, but then froze— startled. A pig. Large, loud. It was pacing the stage, crying out.
The screaming.
Mai looked between the animal and the ghostly playwright
"What's happening, how did this get in here?"
The only answer came from the pig.
Squeal!
Squeal!
Squeal!
Mai grimaced, it sounded in pain. As if it were being killed. She couldn't take it. Desperately, she reached out to it,
"It's alright, it's alright..."
Squeal!
Squeal!
Squeal!
"It's okay, I won't hurt you...!"
Mai placed a hand on it's back, stroking it soothingly.
"See, it's fine...it's fine..."
The screaming stopped. The silence was now only punctuated by nervous whines.
Mai looked up from the pig and found Mr. Miyuki staring her directly in the eye. She met his gaze urgently,
"If you're trying to tell me something, you'll have to help me...I don't understand what any of this means?"
The playwright stood there. A beat past. And then his arm rose, slowly. A finger pointed towards her, but not at her.
The pig?
Mai blinked and crouched down near the animal. It was making more noise now. It was restless, frantic. Mai stroked and stroked, murmuring soft things, all the while growing more confused. She couldn't see what it was Mr. Miyuki wanted her to. Starting to feel anxious herself, Mai held up her hands helplessly,
"I'm sorry, I just don't under— " she began, but then gasped in shock. Her palm. It was covered in something red and sticky.
Blood...?!
Mai fell back from the pig as it began crying again. The sound was bone chilling, strangely drawn out. The room tilted. The edges of Mai's vision turned to gray...
Mai blinked. She was being shook. Startled, sat up straight.
"Mai, you back?"
Bou-san was hovering over her, a hand on her shoulder.
"Tired, hm? You were out like the dead. The play is over, let's go."
Mai stared around. There was no screaming. The theater was full again. The stage had gone dark, no ghostly playwright lingered.
"Coming," Mai managed, standing up. Her dream filled her head like a fog.
The squealing.
The blood.
What does it mean...?
"You okay...?" the monk asked under his breath, cautious of the listening ears near them as they exited the auditorium, "That wasn't just any nap, was it?"
Mai frowned,
"No."
"Thought so. It's written all over your face."
Mai studied her palm, now clean.
"I'll fill you in later."
"You better."
It wasn't until Bou-san was taking her arm and she found herself staring down the theater's double doors that she surfaced from her thoughts.
Mai looked around for Ayako...wouldn't she need Bou-san's assistance again? But it seemed the miko had found a more preferable solution. Ahead of them, she had commandeered Lin's arm. Following Mai's line of sight, Bou-san snorted, and giving her hand a quick squeeze— they joined the stream of people flowing out of the lobby.
Outside, night had fallen. A cool breeze passed through Mai's hair and the lace of her dress as she paused at the top of the stairs, taking in calming breaths. Bou-san patted her back, standing by her side patiently. There was a flash of silver and gold at Mai's left. Masako. She had a sleeve raised to her lips.
That's right. She gets sick too...
"I'll be fine now," Masako spoke, addressing John who had been her escort through the double doors. She glanced from him, to Ayako and Lin who had reached the bottom of the steps, "You can go on."
The young priest shook his head,
"No, it's dark. I'll wait and help you down."
The medium nodded behind her sleeve. It was some minutes before herself or Mai were well enough to move on. Finally, the four of them descended the stairs.
"Ah, here you are..." a voice greeted them.
Mr. Sachi stood with Ayako and Lin, smiling. It was quite a contrast to the expression he wore earlier. Still...it didn't seem to quite reach his eyes, which stared where Masako held on to John.
This was not lost on the monk. Mai felt the nudge he gave her, and caught his knowing look.
That Bou-san.
"I hope you enjoyed tonight show? Just the right amount of exciting, hm?"
"I missed seeing Nari preform," Masako remarked.
"But of course, so did we all! I told her she must rest up, so that she can return quickly."
Mai clenched her jaw, recalling Nari standing with her cast on, handing out shingles.
Rest up? As if!
"And speaking of rest, you must be tired. We should be off."
At the playwright's suggestion, Masako seemed to hesitate. She faced the tall Chinese man beside him.
"Do we know if Naru is back yet?"
Mai found herself holding her breath.
Anytime.
"I spoke with him before the play. He was still an hour away."
Mai exhaled disappointment. The medium seemed to feel the same. Reluctantly, she released John and accepted Mr. Sachi's offered hand. She gave polite goodbyes to the group. Mai watched her leave, her kimono shimmering in the lantern light. She had taken so much care to dress up, only for Naru not to see...
Mai fingered the lace of her sleeves absently as she walked back across the festival grounds. The possibility of sharing the same fate as the medium weighed on her mind. It was getting later and later...
What about this dress?
So much fuss had been made...would it all come to nothing?
Not if I can help it.
Mai bit her lip in firm resolve. She would not turn out the lights wondering. Naru would be there. She would get her answer.
Approaching the inn, Mai stared out at the parked cars. Was there a van...?
Anytime.
Mai crossed her arms. She couldn't see. There were too many people. And as she reached her destination, it only got worse— a crowd was backing up outside. Impatient, Mai bounced on the balls of her feet, attempting to make out the cause.
A hand pressed on her shoulder, stilling her. Bou-san glanced down at her.
"Easy, shorty. They're not mobbing Naru— "
"I know that— "
"It's Niko. He's at the door. He looks like he's...directing people?"
"What's the hold up? I want out of these heels," Ayako complained from behind them.
"Maybe it has to do with the festival meetings?" John answered as the line they were in moved forward.
"Mrs. Koku didn't preform multiple exorcisms today. If she thinks she's keeping me from my bed over a festival meeting, she's got a reality check coming."
The crowd around them was thinning now. Ahead was Niko, smiling and gesturing guests inside.
"Men's meeting!" Mai heard him call, "Come this way, do not return to your rooms. Men's meeting starting in ten minutes!"
John was right.
"I won't ask you to stay up," Bou-san spoke, as they drew near Niko.
Mai glanced at the monk significantly,
"But my dream...?"
"Mai, you're living on three hours sleep. Let's talk tomorrow."
Mai turned her head to stifle a yawn,
"Fine."
I really am exhausted.
It was then that she then that she was able to see them clearly. The cars parked outside the inn. Mai's hand dropped from her mouth, her eyes searching...
But there was no van.
"Good evening," Niko bowed to them, "There's a meeting tonight, it won't take long...if you would just head this way— oh, hello Mai."
Mai tore her gaze away from the empty parking space, and quickly summoned a smile. She bowed back.
"Good evening, Niko."
Ayako pulled Mai to her side,"We're not expected to attend a meeting tonight, right?"
"Uh, no Ma'am. Just the men."
"Perfect."
"I guess this is where we part ways" Bou-san spoke, reaching down a hand to ruffle Mai's hair. She attempted to duck out of his reach, but failed, "Get some sleep, will you? I'll see you in the morning."
Mai nodded and watched the monk follow Niko's directions, with Lin and John right behind him. She made to join Ayako, who was already heading towards the inn's lobby, but then paused.
"Niko," she spoke, her voice lower than the murmur of the guests pushing past her, mindful of those listening,"I didn't get a chance earlier, but I wanted to thank you for dinner tonight."
Niko smiled brightly,
"My pleasure. I'm glad you liked it."
Ayako slipped her arm through Mai's,
"Let's go..."
Mai gave a wave goodbye, and found herself being tugged along.
"Don't give him hope," Ayako scolded as they walked down the hall.
Mai narrowed her eyes at the miko next to her, "What do you mean?"
"Oh thank you, Niko..." Ayako imitated, with a saccharin smile.
"I didn't sound like that— "
"Still...to be encouraged even while your wearing another man's dress. He's got to be about the densest person on the planet."
That Ayako.
"Ugh, I'm beat," the miko spoke as they came up to her door, "Will you be okay if I just turn in?"
"I'll be fine," Mai answered, somewhat absently. Her gaze was traveling, counting...
Nineteen.
Eighteen.
Seventeen.
Sixteen.
Fifteen.
Fourteen.
Thirteen.
Naru.
It was around this time the night before that she had stood outside his room, pounding for him to open up...
There was no one inside then, and there was no one inside now. When would he be back...?
Anytime.
"...and I don't care how lazy you feel— make sure you wash your face, otherwise you'll wake up looking like a raccoon."
"Ok."
"Don't throw that dress in a heap either, hang it up. Remember those price tags."
"Got it."
"Do you? You don't seem like you're listening."
"I am. Wash my face, fold my dress."
"Hang your dress."
"I will, I promise. Good night."
"Good night."
The miko unlocked her door, and Mai started for her own room, but before she had taken more than a step, Ayako spoke again.
"Mai, I'm sorry Naru wasn't back in time to see you. You looked pretty."
The miko closed her door. Mai rubbed at her chest. There it was, that persistent weight. Ache. Mai shook her head.
He is going to see me. I'll make sure of it.
With strengthened resolve, she moved on. Arriving at her room, Mai went in quickly, looking to avoid any encounters with nosy guests or, even worse— the neighbor, but not before sparing one last look next door...
Mai's fingers fumbled with the oil lamp inside. With the sun gone it was cold and dark. Her eyes flicked to a clock on the wall. Just after ten. It had officially been twenty-four hours since she had any real sleep. With a sigh she sat on the edge of her bed, carefully removing her flats.
Holding them in her hands, she ran her fingers along the intricate lace. They were truly lovely. Had Naru really picked them out for her...? Mai drew her knees up in an effort to study her feet. She hadn't thought about them at all that night. They hadn't hurt.
Healed. Finally.
Swallowing a yawn, Mai busied herself. She set her shoes aside, pulled the blind over her window, and set to refolding the dresses she had been lent,
All that's left are these two and...
Mai crossed to the bathroom. Floating in the tub, where she had left it hours ago, was the pink dress. Red spots, faded to brown, still marred the satin and tulle. Mai rubbed her arms, fending off a shiver. Shutting the bathroom door, Mai leaned back against it. Blood. She had seen it again, today. In her dream. Mai held up her palm, her brows furrowed in confusion.
Mr. Miyuki.
The pig.
What did it all mean?Mai attempted to run through a few ideas, build a theory to share with Bou-san the next morning, but all coherent thought abandoned her. She was so tired. Her heavy eyes threatened to close. If she just took the advice she had been given, she would be changed and under the covers by now...
Naru.
Mai stepped away from the door, patting her cheeks.
Wake up.
Mai picked up the pitcher of water left on the bedside table, and poured herself a glass.
You can't see him if you're asleep!
Mai lowered her glass, considering her boss.
I'mnot the only one who's tired.
Naru had been on the road for at least three hours.
He must be exhausted.
Mai set her glass down. She had to help.
Moving with new energy, Mai grabbed her flats and slipped them on. She wouldn't meet with Naru empty handed.
Mai was out the door without bothering to even extinguish the lamp. Slowing her steps, she tread softly through the hall. It was strangely quiet. All of Nozomi's gossipers were in bed.
It's late.
Mai smiled to herself as the dinning room doors came into sight.
I'll just use the kitchen to make a quick pot of tea...
Pausing before entering, making sure she wasn't seen, Mai slipped inside the dinning room. And then froze. Bright light and booming voices. Men. At least fifty were seated in a circle facing the back of the dining room.
The meeting!
Mai shrunk backward through the dining room doors, her eyes spotting two familiar profiles.
Bou-san and John.
She didn't take the time to find Lin before she hurried out.
The doors closed behind her, Mai breathed a sighed of relief.
That was close!
Her relief quickly soured though. Her plan was foiled.
How can I make tea without a kitchen?
Mai crossed her arms and started down the hall. She considered returning after the meeting was over, but she wasn't sure how much longer Mr. Koku would go on. Could she afford to wait...?
Anytime.
Her chest heavier than ever with disappointment, Mai reached her room. With a sigh she took off her shoes and fell back on her bed. Something bunched uncomfortably underneath her head.
Confused, Mai pulled. It was soft and green.
Oh. Nari's dress.
She had laid on the pile she folded.
I really have to give this back...maybe I'll bring it with me to the theater tomorrow?
Mai blinked, realization dawning on her. There was more than one place to make tea in Nozomi.
The theater.
Mai was up in the next instant, pulling her on her flats again. And then she was out the door. She padded back down the hall, careful to be quiet. She was anxious not to meet the men leaving their meeting, hoping to slip by unnoticed— but her real challenge lied in passing through the lobby.
Mrs. Koku...
With uncharacteristic luck though, Mai stepped out of the inn without attracting any attention. The men's meeting continued, and the ancient innkeeper was nowhere to be seen...
Not wanting to put anything to chance, Mai quickly followed the lantern lit path ahead of her, away from any curious eyes.
The scent of lilies. The breeze was still strong and it blew petals down from where the flowers were strung up above Mai's head. Mai felt goosebumps raise on her arms. The temperature had dropped, cool inky darkness surrounded her.
I should have brought a coat.
Mai reached the theater stairs and took them two at a time until she reached the top. Then it occurred to her. The double doors. It was after hours. Wouldn't they be locked...? The double doors. She rarely walked through them alone. Would she be okay by herself?
You came all this way, Taniyama...
Mai grabbed the handles and pushed...and the doors swung open. Mai stumbled into the lobby. She straightened up and placed a hand over her mouth. Waiting for it. The terrible nausea, the dizziness...
A beat past, and then another. And nothing.
Huh?
Slowly Mai lowered her hand.
I'm not sick?
Cautious, untrusting— Mai stuck a hand through the open doorway. The crackle of energy. That strange sensation Mai had experienced since her first day on the case, was absent.
How...?
Mai stood for another moment in the middle of the lobby, distracted— before she remembered where she was and what she was doing.
Tea.
Mai turned from the doors and headed towards base. Around her dim light glowed, a few of the oil lamps were still burning. There was none of the usual sounds, actors rehearsing, Mr. Sachi's animated voice giving direction. No SPR.
Mai worried at her lip.
No one knows I'm here.
She glanced back over her shoulder. She could just see the auditorium behind her, the stage a black shadow.
The other ghost.
What if Ayako hadn't succeeded?
I'm alone.
What if it was still present...?
At night.
The hairs at the nape of Mai's neck rose.
In the theater.
Stubbornly, she faced forward.
It's just tea. I'm going to be quick.
With that she picked up her pace and turned the corner. Mai entered base and closed the door on the dark hall. Then she turned up the lamps. A healthy light filling the room, she relaxed a bit. Enough to focus on the task at hand.
Mai worked at the small kitchenette. She pulled out the tea pot and plugged in the burner. She turned on the water...and then the memories crept in.
Naru.
She had experienced it earlier that day. The reminders of the last time she had seen him. The way he had leaned against her, his pale face, his labored breathing...
A renewed sense of purpose surged through Mai.
He'll need this.
She turned off the water, and filled the pot. Mai turned the knob on the burner and set the water to boil. And then she waited, propped up against the counter. Mai yawned, once...twice...she was still so very tired. That was why, when she first heard it, she assumed she had nodded off for a second. That she had imagined them. Footsteps.
Scolding herself for letting her attention slip, she reached for the burner, adjusting the heat. The water was boiling. Mai dug around in the cabinet for the rest of what she needed, tea and a thermos. And a cup and saucer.
If I plan on staying awake...I'll need some too!
Mai grabbed a second cup. With experience, she carefully measured out the tea. It was then that she heard them again. The footsteps.
Mai blinked, sending an uncertain look at the door she had closed behind her.
Someone was in the theater.
Mai recalled that she had left the double doors open...
Mr. Sachi...?
Mai nodded to herself, firmly ignoring any other possibility. She checked the steeping tea.
Almost done...
The footsteps drew nearer. There were sounds in the hall.
It's just Mr. Sachi— he must be checking on things, she told herself, though the pulse in her neck beat quicker.
The tea was ready. Mai poured a steaming cup.
The footsteps stopped. The door handle clicked and turned.
Just Mr. Sachi...
Mai stiffened. She could feel eyes on her. Someone was in the room. She slowly turned...
It was not Mr. Sachi.
"Naru."
Surprise and relief. In the space of a second, the ache in her chest expanded and burst.
He's back.
Unabashed, Mai's eyes traveled over him, checking...comparing him to the night had been driving for hours, that much she knew. His hair was messier than usual, bangs falling casually across his forehead. His jacket was off, his sleeves rolled up, and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. He looked road worn, but better.
Mai sighed to herself, the weight of her worry finally lifted. Words she hadn't even allowed to enter her head, were now sitting right on the edge of her tongue.
I missed you.
There was a beat of just silence, Naru stared. Mai followed his gaze to her hands.
Oh.
Suddenly remembering the tea (her reason for being there), she managed a smile and extended her cup towards him,
"Here, I— "
"...and not only that, he's got the whole superstitious town behind him— oh, Mai. Hello."
Miss Miyuki stood in the doorway. She gave Mai an acknowledging head nod, and proceeded into the room after Naru, casually taking a seat on one of the couches.
"What are you doing here after hours? Don't tell me Sachi still has you investigating?"
Mai blinked. Swallowing her surprise at the sight of the heiress, Mai gestured to the teapot behind her.
"I was making some tea."
"They must be all out at the inn, hm?" she remarked, and as Naru sat down across from her, she turned her attention entirely toward him, "As I was saying, I don't know what you plan to do..."
The heiress spoke low and conversationally with Naru. Standing over at the kitchenette, Mai had the distinct feeling of intruding.
I should leave.
Mai entertained the thought for a moment. Long enough to set down her tea cup and kill the flame on the burner. Then the idea was obliterated. There was a burning in the pit of her stomach.
No, wait. Why should I?
Just what was going on there anyways? She shouldn't be made to feel awkward. Wasn't this some kind of work meeting...? Mai worked for SPR. She was entitled to stay. Besides...
I have questions of my own.
Mai picked up her cup and saucer again, and headed for the couch.
"...has the nerve to claim that as proof of a haunting? Just how stupid does he think I am? It was obviously some kind of stunt, probably organized by himself."
Stunt?
Mai set her jaw and came to sit beside Naru. She placed her tea on the table with a clank.
"Are you saying you think Mr. Sachi would actually harm one of his best actresses just to save his theater?"
It was Miss Miyuki's turn to blink in surprise. She regarded Mai carefully, sitting back in her seat. Clearing her throat she answered,
"I'm not saying what happened to Nari was on purpose. It was an accident, not part of his plan."
"So that's what you think it all was, then? A plan?"
Naru had spoken. Mai broke eye contact with the heiress to glance at him. Confusion flitted through her mind. What was he doing at the theater exactly...this late? With her?
"Undoubtedly. It's exactly his style."
"The auditorium was covered in blood. He spent the whole day cleaning it," Mai countered.
Miss Miyuki shrugged,
"Whatever sacrifice it takes..."
Mai snorted in irritation and reached for her teacup. It was then that she felt the brush of cool fingers against hers. Startled, she glanced down to see Naru reaching also. Mai's hand quickly retreated, tingling. In the next instant her was tea gone. Stolen.
"Hey, that's— " she began.
"Mm, thank you," Naru murmured, taking a sip. As if nothing had happened, he continued to address Miss Miyuki,
"He makes sure he has a captive audience, and stages a supernatural attack...where does he get the blood?"
Miss Miyuki seemed distracted a moment, looking between them, but then she shook her head, waving a dismissive hand,
"I don't know— the important thing is that there is no haunting."
No haunting...?
The pit in Mai's stomach burned hotter. The urge to say something, the many somethings that had been on her mind since had met the heiress, became harder to resist. Picturing Mr. Miyuki's pleading face, she squeezed her hands together in her lap.
Naru's here...I can't...
"Sachi speaking tonight at the festival like your team has taken care of whatever was haunting this place, please. We all know that you've found nothing here."
Mai bit her lip, staring hard at the floor...anything to keep the words from spilling out.
"I take it tonight's performance was a success. Activity must have died down?" Naru spoke. Mai felt his his attention turn in her direction, looking to her for confirmation, but Mai didn't trust herself to speak. She continued to study the carpet under her feet.
It was then that she noticed them. Miss Miyuki's shoes. A pair of heels. They were all too familiar. Mai had seen them marching all across Nozomi. Opposite Mr. Sachi in the hall, arguing passionately and (she was almost certain), opposite Mr. Sachi that night of the festival, whispering soft things...it was possible those very heels had walked in and interrupted Mr. Sachi's proposal to Nari.
Unfair.
All of Mai's careful self-control suddenly abandoned her. Her head snapped up, eyes locking on the heiress.
Miss Miyuki smirked,
"None at all, nothing. That's why I say, it doesn't make sense. Real ghosts haunt, don't they?"
Before Naru could respond, Mai opened her mouth and took the plunge. Caution be damned.
"What doesn't make sense, is why you would want to close the theater?"
Miss Miyuki's smirk faded,
"There are many reasons, but I hardly feel the need to explain them to you— "
"Doesn't it matter to you what this theater means to the people of Nozomi?"
Mai fixed her gaze pointedly on Miss Miyuki's face, ignoring the gaze now fixed on her. She sensed Naru shift next to her.
"The people of Nozomi are not concerned with me, and they are no concern of mine."
Mai sat forward in her seat, heat flushing her face,
"Even childhood friends? Are you really okay with putting Nari out of a job?"
"Childhood friends?" Miss Miyuki was smirking again, "No, you're mistaken there. We grew up in the same neighborhood, but were in different grades. We didn't associate."
Mai stood, insides on fire.
"And what about Mr. Sachi?"
Miss Miyuki's eyebrows rose a fraction,
"Sachi...?"
"Is it fine putting him out of a job? You associated with him, didn't you?"
Mai had the satisfaction of seeing a glimpse of discomposure on the heiress' face— then she found herself being pulled away.
"Excuse us a moment."
Mai's legs moved automatically, but when they reached the hall, she turned to Naru, yanking her elbow free of his grasp.
"What exactly— " she began, but not looking to wait, even to finish her sentence, or hear his answer, she was walking back to base. Naru stood in her way.
"What was that back there? What about Mr. Sachi?"
Mai felt her tempter spike. She made to pass him.
"Ask your new girlfriend."
Naru adjusted. He remained between herself and the door.
"Girlfriend?"
"Isn't she? Or is it your habit now to meet all of our clients alone at night? Should I go wake up Mr. Sachi?"
"What's your excuse, then? You're here just as late."
"My boss just came in from a long trip. I was making him tea. That's what I do."
Mai was breathing hard. She realized belatedly they were standing too close, as close as the night before...
It was how she could detect it. The subtle change. His hooded eyes. His own heavy breathing...the leaning in.
What?
Naru's head was bending towards her. Mai's lips parted in a soundless gasp, her mind a roaring blank. She only knew the enveloping scent of tea, the touch of his forehead against hers, the brush of his nose...
And then an unexpected weight. Sound found Mai's lips. With a small cry she found her knees buckling, and in the next instant she was on the floor, Naru unconscious in her arms.
"Naru!"
Mai's hands scrabbled to gain purchase of him, his head slipping from where it fell on her shoulder. He was out cold. Seeing his ashen face, Mai felt sick to her stomach.
"Naru...Naru! Wake up!"
"Mai?" A voice called from base.
Miss Miyuki!
"Out here!" Mai called back, hardly able to manage the words— she felt as though the wind had been knocked from her lungs.
"Oh my god...Shibuya-san!"
A pair of familiar heels paced in front of Mai.
"What happened, how— ?"
Mai winced, struggling to hold on to her boss. She grasped the nape of his neck, the collar of his shirt.
"Is he okay? Is he even breathing...?!"
Breathing?
Blind panic surged through Mai. Desperate, her hand released his collar to lay across his chest. Her heart didn't beat until she felt his chest rise and fall.
"Mai?"
The sound of foot steps. Relief washed over Mai as she looked up, eyes landing on Lin.
Thank god!
"He collapsed!"
The Chinese man wasted no time. He had Naru upright, his arm slung around his shoulders, before Mai could react. Naru groaned. At this sign of life, Mai let out a shaky breath.
"Mai, help me with his other side," he instructed.
Mai got to her feet and hurried to place Naru's other arm across her shoulders.
"I'll call an ambulance— or maybe they can air lift him...?" Miss Miyuki interjected, hovering nervously.
"No, just find the doctor and send him to room thirteen at the inn. We'll be waiting," Lin ordered, and with that he turned from the heiress and started down the hall.
Mai did her best to keep up, Naru leaning heavily against her. For the second time she passed through the theater's double doors without effect.
She didn't notice.
