A/N: my dear lovely readers...it's almost been a year. 2020 has been many things and I just want to say I wish you safe, healthy, and happy. Also: thank you. The reviews, comments, and replies you have left for me in the past year were the motivation I needed to keep writing. I am so grateful to you all, thank you, thank you! This chapter covers the sponsors dinner which will be broken up over at least two chapters. It's going to be a crazy night (lol). I hope you enjoy and happy reading!

ps: sorry about any typos, they always evade me! I will fix them as soon as I catch them!

Day Eight

5:45pm

The Koku Inn

They say you should save the best for last...

Mai stood in her bathroom, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of the dress she had just slipped on.

The dress Niko had given her.

Succeeding in pulling the zipper all the way up, Mai stared at her reflection in the mirror. White, with flattering pleats that ran the length of it, the dress gave her the illusion of height. The bodice was cut straight across, laying against her collar bone which was exposed along with her shoulders and arms... inadvertently, Mai shivered. The sun having set, the scorching heat of the day was finally seeping out of the building.

Mai studied herself in the dress closely. Running her hands down the gauzy material, she tugged at the cinching at her waist. If the fit felt a little too tight, it was just her nerves. She was about to crash a party. Wearing Niko's dress.

Lingering in front of the mirror, imagining thelooks and swirling rumors, Mai felt hesitation creep in. She glanced back through the open bathroom door, to a room that had...nothing. No pile of past dresses. Not even a change of clothes (curse Ayako and her laundry ideas).

Turning her back on her empty prospects, the invitation Nari had gifted Mai stared up at her from the bathroom counter, drawing her gaze. The actress had described the event as a black-tie affair. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself or her host.

Mai faced herself in the mirror, squaring her shoulders determinedly.

So what.

So what if the Kokus got the wrong idea (again)? So what if all of Nozomi whispered about her? It was all just hearsay.

This wasn't the first time Niko had been particularly helpful or kind to her, expecting nothing in return. She wouldn't over think it. She would wear the dress, and enjoy it in the spirit it was given. Friendly.

With this consoling thought, Mai focused her attention on rest of her look. This was where her conflicted feelings regarding the surprise Niko had left for her, turned to real gratefulness. In his generosity, he had thought of everything: shoes (white sandals), and even something for her hair. A flower crown, a gold band wrapped with delicate white roses.

Mindful the of time schedule she was on (it would be dinner soon), and of the impression she was about to make, Mai set to placing the flower crown on just so, debating if she should pull back the rest of her hair, fretting over her makeup...

Fortunately, a well timed knock pulled her from her spiraling thoughts.

Still struggling, her flower crown crooked- Mai left the bathroom. Opening her door, she stared with wide eyes at Ayako, taking in what she was wearing.

A kimono?

The surprise was mutual. They spoke at the same time.

"Where did you get that?"

Ayako quirked an eyebrow, observing Mai's dress.

"Another Tokyo gift?"

Knowing what the miko was insinuating, Mai fought off a blush.

"No."

"Ah, a Nozomi gift then."

That Ayako.

Ayako smirked,

"He never was one for subtly, was he? White, pure like his love."

"It's cream."

"He's got you marching around in a wedding dress."

Flustered at the comparison, Mai was sorely tempted to shut the door on the miko, but as if she could read her mind, the woman stepped past her, helping herself inside.

"And here I thought I was going to find you in tears and a towel. I brought these."

The miko handed off a pile of clean laundry to Mai. Looking to get even, Mai studied her visitor from head to toe. Red hair elegantly twisted into a bun, dressed in an immaculate kimono, Ayako was a shining picture of beauty. The colors of the brocade she wore were a flattering blushing pink and shimmering gold, reminding Mai of sakura in full bloom, or a summer peach drizzled in honey.

That Ayako.

"What about you? That's not a towel."

Ayako shrugged in a careless way.

"Masako's not the only one who can do traditional."

Reading Mai's unconvinced stare, the miko promptly changed the subject. She held up a small makeup bag.

"We're cutting it close here- dinner is in twenty. Shall we start, or can you even move in that thing?"

Mai glanced down at at her dress and then back up at the miko,

"What do you mean?"

"It's a bit tight."

"It fits."

"Like a straight jacket."

That Ayako.

Mai opened her mouth to protest, but Ayako was already waving her off.

"It's not like you have choices, though. I'm still treating your Tokyo dress, and the other one is soaking. Actually, I should check on that-"

In flash of dawning realization, Mai suddenly dropped the pile of clothes in her arms.

The sponsors dinner.

Amid Ayako's exclamations (hey, those are clean and folded!), she headed for the bathroom.

Still sitting on the counter, in plain view, was Nari's invitation. Just in time, Mai slipped it under the box Niko's dress had came in. Ayako walked in behind her, arms crossed.

"What are you doing?"

Mai gave a shrug, meeting the miko's gaze in the mirror.

"You said we were late."

Ayako scoffed. Uncrossing her arms, she set down her makeup bag.

"Does it really matter? Naru won't be there, you know."

Mai stared at the dress box, thinking of exactly where Naru would be that night.

Walking around the theater.

With Miss Miyuki on his arm.

The thought was enough to make Mai frown, before she remembered...

You'll be there too, Taniyama.

Mai's frown and silence enough for Ayako, she continued- peering into the bathtub where Mai's dress floated in water, dark stains marring the pink fabric.

"What bugsme, is how Masako could pass up her chance. It's a sponsors dinner. If she can't steal Naru from Miss Miyuki's clutches- there'll be plenty of rich eligible men mingling. Just snag one of them. Sachi should have asked me."

Mai cast Ayako a skeptical look in the mirror,

"Masako would have gone as Mr. Sachi's date. What eligible men would even approach her?"

"None. But that wouldn't be a problem for her. She's only into ineligible ones anyways."

Mai glanced back at Ayako, curious despite herself.

"What do you mean?"

Naru...?

Ayako scolded Mai and made her face forward. She grabbed two elastics, dividing Mai's hair into two low ponytails.

"Naru, for one."

Of course.

"He's the definition of emotionally and physically unavailable."

Mai had no immediate remark, torn between offense and actually agreeing with the miko.

Finished with the two ponytails, Ayako's deft fingers worked at securing Mai's flower crown, sticking in countless bobby pins that occasionally poked Mai.

"And John, for second," she continued, circling back to her point.

Mai's cheeks colored, thinking of what she herself had observed between them over the course of this case.

"She could have easily stayed with one of us for tonight. Why take his room?"

"Ayako. It's not like he's sleeping there. He'll be with Bou-san. Maybe it was his gift to her?"

The priestess raised an eyebrow.

"Some generous gift. It almost beats your Tokyo dress. Or doesthat paper you were carrying earlier trump them all...?"

That Ayako.

At the mention of the invitation, Mai's gaze was immediately drawn to the dress box. Resisting the urge to look, Mai hesitated, still undecided.

Should she tell?

Ahead of her was potentially the most important moment of the case.

Telling Ayako about the dinner surely meant bringing Ayako to the dinner.

Sachi should have asked me.

But there was only one invitation.

If Ayako insisted on going...and Nari couldn't accommodate, would it ruin everything?

Imagining her chance wasted, Mai made her decision. She clenched her jaw, lips sealed.

Ayako, reading into Mai's silence once again, made a huffy sound and began dusting Mai's nose with powder.

"Fine, keep your secrets...for now."

Avoiding the miko's penetrating gaze which clearly said I'll find out later, Mai closed her eyes and let Ayako finish her work.

"Alright, that's it," the miko announced a short time later. Mai blinked, opening her eyes on a reflection she could have not anticipated, even ten minutes ago.

"Pretty good, hm? Considering all the previous festival nights, I think this is my crowning achievement. Too bad there's no Naru to show off to."

Mai touched at the flower crown, perfectly placed over her bangs. The white dress swished around her legs, her white sandals peeking out at the bottom. Her face glowed, the makeup expertly hiding her nerves behind bronze eyeshadow, and dewy skin.

"I suppose you could say you look Grecian..but I'm stuck on bride. Perhaps it's for the best Naru doesn't see you."

Mai opened her mouth to argue, but Ayako was ushering her out of the bathroom, and she was barely able to manage a thank you before she found herself in the hallway, on the way to her first dinner of the night.

As was to be expected, the Inn was full. Ayako and Mai walked shoulder to shoulder, brushing past clusters of people dressed in their finest. Also expected, were the whispers that followed them.

"Look, it's those people from that paranormal team Sachi hired..."

"Isn't that one engaged to the Koku's grandson?"

"Shh, yes- but I heard he didn't really propose."

"Oh, really? Think he'll bring her to the sponsors dinner?"

"Of course. See what she's wearing, so bridal. You can tell what she dangling for. Shameless..."

Mai scratched at the back of her neck (something was bothering her there), her annoyance growing. Set on ignoring Ayako's gloating, she nearly missed the miko stopping outside John's door.

Mai sent her a questioning look.

"We should pick up Masako," Ayako suggested, knocking.

There was something in the way Ayako made the suggestion that had Mai wondering at her motives...

That Ayako.

The door to John's room opened, and Mai caught Ayako peering in nosily, but it wasn't John standing there.

See!

But just the same, Ayako's eyebrows raised- and Mai mirrored that expression.

Masako stood in the doorway, clearly dressed for dinner, but not in her usual elaborate kimono. Instead she wore a black dress that hit just above her knee, delicate, barely-there, sleeves graced her shoulders. Mai was struck by a certain resemblance. She glanced between Ayako and the medium.

"Did you two plan this?"

"No-" Was the immediate answer from both of them, seeming to bristle at the thought they would ever trade fashion advice, but even so...Masako tilted her head slightly, regarding the miko.

"That appears to be quality made."

In an assessing way, Masako stepped forward to inspect the kimono.

"You chose well," she remarked, examining the brocade with an experience eye.

Decidedly, Masako reached out and adjusted the obi at Ayako's waist.

"There, you're nearly fit for the tea house."

Ayako smirked complacently,

"And what about you?"

Returning the favor she appraised the medium's dress, looking her up and down.

"It's designer," she commented with critical approval, "But- it's actually supposed to be off the shoulder."

And with a quick tug to each of Masako's sleeves, she corrected this.

"There, you're nearly fit for a Ginza lounge."

Mai expected a spirited response from the medium, but she merely shrugged at Ayako.

"Well, if you're headed to the tea house and I'm headed for the lounge, where is Mai headed...?" she asked, suddenly turning her attention on her rival.

That Masako.

Ayako's smirk grew.

"A wedding?"

Masako's eyes lit with amusement,

"I would say so."

"I'm headedfor dinner," Mai announced, leaving them both with teasing questions hanging on their lips.

Nice try.

Passing through the hall though, whatever satisfaction she felt...faded quickly. People were staring. Without Ayako as a shield, Mai felt their full scrutiny. Self-conscious, she walked a bit faster, keeping her head down.

This is not a wedding dress!

Distracted, and more than a little flustered, Mai didn't see Bou-san and John until she was practically passing them on her the way into the dining room.

"Oh-"

She started, pausing in the stream of impatient guests pouring through the double doors.

Bou-san reached out, and snatching up her hand, pulled her aside.

"What is this?"

"Uh-"

"Another Tokyo dress...?"

That Bou-san.

Mai tugged her hand free from his, and plucked at one of the large brass buttons that ran down the red velvet military peacoat he was wearing.

"What about you, Sargent Pepper?"

Unbothered, the monk winked down at her,

"No rental man. This is from my own closet. Stylish, huh?"

Grudgingly, Mai had to agree. Underneath his unbuttoned peacoat the monk wore a black v-neck shirt, tucked into a pair of form fitting black jeans, rounding it all out with a pair of pointed toe boots. It suited him, looking more like himself than he had any of the festival nights before.

"Lucky John and I came prepared. But I know you didn't have that packed in your suitcase."

Ignoring the monk's prying, Mai turned to John. The young priest was dressed more casually as well, wearing dark wash jeans and a black ribbed turtle neck. Over the turtle neck, he wore a knitted sweater that Mai could tell was well loved, and imagining John pulling it on during cold mornings at church, she smiled. He caught her expression and returned it kindly,

"That's a nice crown Mai, you look almost as if you've stepped out of a Greek myth."

"Hm, I see it now. You're right- so if it wasn't from Tokyo, it must be another loan from Nari and the costume department," Bou-san cut in, still driving at the identity of Mai's benefactor.

Costume department?

Mai crossed her arms, offended...but doubt hovered.

Is that where Niko got this dress?

Piece of mind came in the form of Ayako, who suddenly joined them.

"That's no costume, I checked the tag."

The monk's attention shifted to the miko, and Masako who stood next to her. His eyebrows rose.

"What happened here-" he began, but Ayako was already taking a handful of his collar and tugging the monk along.

"You haven't found us a table yet? This is what happens when Lin isn't I get served cold rice, it's on your head."

John politely gestured Mai and Masako ahead of him, exchanging a quiet greeting with the medium.

"How was it? Did you have everything you needed?"

"The room is comfortable. I unpacked enough for tonight, thank you."

"Good."

Mai looked away, pointedly focusing on the dining room she had just entered. It wasn't difficult. The room was brimming with crowded tables, she had to pay careful attention not to bump into anyone. A heavy scent, savory- hung in the air. It made Mai's stomach ache with hunger. She hadn't eaten since lunch with Nari and Mrs. Motoshi. Her thoughts echoed Ayako's sentiments darkly.

If they serve us cold rice...

Somehow Bou-san found a spot in the back corner. Mai sat, followed by Masako, and John...but even with them all there, the table was set for seven. Mai stared at the two empty chairs, feeling the absence of their missing members. Ayako wasted no time putting these feelings into words.

"What time is it now..? Think Naru and Lin have eaten yet? I can bet you they won't be served cold rice."

Mai made to shake her head, and answer: no, guests don't even arrive until seven...but caught herself.

You're not supposed to know, Taniyama.

Mai felt a slight twinge of guilt as her nerves thrilled with the reminder of what she was set to do that night.

She'd be eating in high style right along side Naru and Lin.

Please, serve anything but cold rice...Mai thought, sending a silent plea for those stuck with a Koku meal.

As if her wish had summoned him, a server appeared at their table, offering steaming cups of tea. Mai accepted hers gratefully. Blowing on her cup, waiting to take a sip, her eyes remained fixed on the vacant seat across from her that she decided would have belonged to her boss.

If dinner doesn't start until seven, where is he now...?

Her thoughts aimed in a similar direction, Masako sat forward, glancing at the double doors which were now closed, the flow of guests ebbing as the room filled to capacity.

"No one has seen Naru?"

Ayako gave a taunting smile,

"I'm sure Miss Miyuki has."

Mai's grip closed tighter around her teacup.

That Ayako.

Equally baited, Masako cast the miko a cool look, but before she could say anything, John was speaking.

"I'm sure he had to get ready, otherwise he'd be here."

This remark had to be consolation enough, because in that moment the door that connected the dining room to the kitchen opened, and through it stepped Mrs. Koku.

Mai's lips parted in surprise. Mrs. Koku was always a commanding presence, but tonight was another matter. The old woman was dressed to the nines, draped in silk and black lace, her every movement catching the light through the crystals that hung off her elaborate dress.

"GOOD EVENING," the woman spoke, and a hush fell over the diners, "AND WELCOME TO THE PENULTIMATE NIGHT OF THE FESTIVAL."

Penultimate. Almost last...

Mai's heart beat a little faster.

I need answers.

"AS YOU ALREADY KNOW, TODAY WAS THE DAY OF GIVING BACK. GRATITUDE. I WANTED TO PERSONALLY SHARE WITH YOU OUR GIFT. DINNER IS ON US."

Mrs. Koku gave a purposeful wave and Mai's attention was drawn two the long banquet style tables lining the dining room walls. She had seen them before, on the night they were served lilies. Now the silver covers were being lifted to reveal something Mai couldn't quiet see, but the smell...

"Mmm, that's not cold rice," Bou-san murmured, taking in an appreciative breath, "Forget the Sponsors dinner, I think that might be Kobe beef."

Kobe? Ayako mouthed looking eagerly from the monk, to the silver platters.

"IF YOU STAY SEATED, OUR SERVERS WILL BE AROUND TO DELIVER YOUR PLATES."

Mai cleared her throat, taking a swallow of her tea. The smell was so strong...

"AND I MUST TAKE THIS MOMENT TO THANK MR, JOJI SACHI OF THE MIYUKI THEATER,"

Mai lowered her cup, staring over at Mrs. Koku.

"AS HE HAS DONE FOR PREVIOUS FESTIVALS, THIS MEAL IS COURTESY OF HIS GENEROUS DONATION."

A server approached Bou-san.

Mai held a hand to her nose. She coughed.

A sizzling plate was set before the monk.

"FRESH FROM A NEIGHBORING FARM, MR. SACHI HAS PROVIDED THE BEST PORK MONEY CAN BUY. MY COOKS HAVE BEEN HARD AT WORK ALL AFTERNOON PREPPARING THIS GRAND FEAST, PLEASE ENJOY."

Pork.

Unbidden, Mai's earlier dream flashed before her eyes.

The pig, on stage. The blood.

A cold sweat breaking out across her forehead, Mai's gaze traveled the loaded banquet tables.

How many pigs...

Mai ears rang sharply, as if filled with a shrill cry.

The rich smell rising from Bou-san's dish wafted into her face.

Pork.

Mai's stomach gave a violent lurch- she was going to be sick.

With a loud scraping sound, Mai's chair was pushed back.

Bou-san looked up, alarmed.

"Mai-"

With a hand clamped cover her mouth, Mai was already three tables away, exiting the room as fast as she could.

Mai burst through the double doors, stomach churning and head spinning.

She fled at breakneck speed down the hall, her every stride threatening to tear the seams of her dress, but Mai couldn't bring herself to care. She only knew horror and a desperate need to get to her room.

"Hey!"

There was the sound of someone coming up behind her, and then a firm hand gripped her arm, pulling her to a stop.

Mai faced Bou-san with wide watering eyes. He stared back at her- startled,

"Mai, wha-"

"Monk, I'm going to be sick-"

"Oh-"

Bou-san immediately put an arm around her shoulder and ushered her to her room, which fortunately was close.

Mai was right. She threw herself into her bathroom, without even turning on the light, and was violently sick. Deeply concerned, the monk followed after her, taking care to keep her hair out of the way, rubbing her back, murmuring dumbfounded...

"What in the hell..."

This process repeated a few times. More and more worried, Bou-san went to leave to bring Ayako...but, Mai placed a reassuring hand on his, urging him not to.

"I'm- I think I'm...okay...now," she breathed, leaning against the wall.

Reluctantly, the monk listened. Restlessly, he busied himself fussing over her. Going into the bedroom, he returned with a cup, which he filled with water from the bathroom sink. He offered this to Mai, who gratefully accepted it. He then wet a hand towel, and crouching in front of her, dabbed at Mai's forehead and temples.

"Can you give me even a hint of what's going on here? My heart's too weak for this."

Touched, Mai squeezed the monk's free hand.

"It's not serious Bou-san, I promise."

Seeing the lingering doubt and worry in the monk's eyes, she pushed herself to her feet. The monk reached out to steady her, but she gently waved him off. Giving him a small a reassuring smile, she nodded towards the bedroom beyond the bathroom.

"Just being in here makes me queasy right now. Can we sit?"

The monk ended up steering Mai straight for bed, pulling back the covers, he made sure she was practically tucked in before she could speak.

He sat on the corner of the bed, fixing her with a penetrating stare.

"Okay, what in the world just happened? How did you go from fine to flying out of the dining room? Was it Mrs. Koku...did she do something?"

Mai shook her head,

"No."

"Food poisoning?"

"No."

"You were suddenly so sick, I don't understand-"

"It's not-"

"Then you've come down with something? I told you we needed Ayako-"

"It was my dream, Bou-san."

Mai's interruption successfully silencing the monk, she continued.

"The one I had in the theater. The one I didn't have a chance to tell you about."

"From last night...?"

Mai frowned, clenching the blanket covering her in her hands.

"It's weird, even thinking about it..." Mai swallowed, uncomfortably, "I feel sick."

Bou-san leaned towards her, desperate to follow her line of thought,

"Mai, you've got to fill me in. What was your dream about, and what does it have to do with tonight?"

Mai closed her eyes, the vivid images reappearing before her.

"I was at the theater...I heard some kind of screaming, so I ran towards the stage. There was a- a pig, it was squealing and squealing-"

Mai halted, covering her mouth, fighting a wave of nausea. Bou-san stood, making to help her to the bathroom, but she shook her head firmly. Taking a few calming breaths, she kept going.

"I wanted to give it comfort, so I tried stroking it. I thought that was the right thing to do, but Mr. Miyuki-"

"Mr. Miyuki?" the monk repeated, "He was there too?"

"Yes. He seemed like he wanted to tell me something..."

Mai opened her eyes. She stared down at her her open palms,

"And there was blood...blood on my hand."

Bou-san suddenly sat again, perching himself right next to Mai. His expression was gentle as he encouraged her to continue.

"What happened after that?"

"I woke up."

The monk's brow furrowed in thought, "This all somehow connects to tonight...?"

Mai bit her lip, summoning the strength to draw her conclusions.

"What did we have for dinner, Bou-san?"

The monk crossed his arms, tilting his head at her.

"Nothing. You ran out on dinner, remember?"

Mai managed an exasperated smile,

"What were we supposed to have for dinner?"

The monk blinked, a look of understanding coming over him.

"Pork..."

"What did I dream about?"

"A pig."

"I don't know why...I normally eat pork, but just the smell of it tonight...and then my dream, I couldn't stop thinking about it..." Mai trailed off. Uncertainty clouded her mind.

What does it mean?

"You have this dream. Then the menu tonight ends up being pork...and you get sick," Bou-san murmured, his mind working at connecting the dots, "...you know what I think?"

Mai raised her eyes from the fraying end of the blanket she was absently fidgeting with.

"Hm?"

"I think it's been a long week in Nozomi," the monk stood as he spoke, and pulling Mai's blanket up to her chin, "and you deserve a good rest."

"Bou-san..."

"I mean it, Mai. Give yourself the night off."

Mai's gaze shifted from the monk's firm one to the dark of her bathroom, where the invitation from Nari was stashed.

I can't.

Satisfied with the state of his patient, the monk took a few steps backward.

"I'll come and check on you."

Reaching the door, he shoot her a warning look,

"Be good. Stay in bed."

Turning the door handle, he opened the door.

"I'll bring you back something tasty from one of the food stands."

And with a wink, he was gone.

Mai stared up at her ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh.

Part of her wished she could take his advice.

The temptation of sleep and a tasty surprise was strong.

But the word penultimate rang in her head.

Last chance.

Mai glanced at the clock hanging on her wall.

6:05pm.

In compromise, she let her eyes close.

Just a few minutes...

A door slamming somewhere down the hall jarred Mai awake. Mai blinked, her consciousness returning with a nagging uneasiness. Something felt off. As though she had slept through her alarm and was late for school.

But the moonlight streaming through her window told a different story. This was no school morning. She was working.

Oh, that's right.

I'm in Nozomi.

Mai yawned and rubbed her face.

Tomorrow is the last day the case.

Mai's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The case.

She sat up.

The sponsors dinner!

With dread, her eyes found the clock hanging across from her.

6:50pm.

Mai threw herself out of bed, nearly tripping on the blanket that caught on her sandal. She stumbled into the bathroom, her stomach churning- but from nervesthis time.

I can't be late!

Casting the dress box on the counter aside, she snatched up the invitation Nari had given her.

The golden words printed across the invitation taunted her: seven o'clock.

I have 10 minutes.

With the briefest of checks, Mai glanced in the mirror- adjusting her flower crown, straightening her dress. She made it halfway to her door when the smell of something stopped her in her tracks.

Mai paused and faced her bed. Sitting on the small night stand was a plastic bag with a food container shaped box inside.

I'll bring you back something tasty from one of the food stands.

Mai felt a pang of guilt bloom in her chest. She hesitated, but then grabbed a pen and a piece of scratch paper and began writing:

Bou-san,

I'm sorry! I couldn't take the night off. But there's a reason! Nari gave me an invitation to the sponsors dinner. I really think I can find the answers we need there. When I get back I'll fill you in on everything, I promise!

ps: thanks for the tasty treat!

Mai set the note on her pillow, and with a regretful look at the delicious smelling food she didn't have time to eat, she hurried from the room.

Closing her door, Mai stepped into an emptying hall- her mind racing ahead, envisioning the theater at that moment, full of glittering people, Nari waiting...

Hang on, I'm coming!

"Going somewhere?"

Mai froze, yanked from her thoughts.

She knew that voice.

Snapping her head around, she came face to face with a kimono.

"Ayako-"

This can't be happening...not now!

Mai hid the invitation she held behind her back.

"Bou-san said you were sick."

At the mention of the monk, Mai felt a stab of guilt.

"What are you doing out of bed?"

Pinned under the miko's stare, Mai desperately worked at an excuse- but was interrupted by a woman knocking loudly a couple doors down.

"Grandfather, grandfather. I'm here to pick you up for the festival."

Mai stared past Ayako, and the miko followed her gaze.

The woman's grandfather opened his door, and Mai's heart stalled in her chest.

The neighbor!

"...you're going to miss everything," the woman admonished, urging the older man out.

"Hmph, you can't rush me. I've gotten no sleep! "

His granddaughter frowned,

"Oh? Are you not comfortable in your room?"

"It's my neighbors. They're in some lovers quarrel. Two nights in a row she pounded on his door."

"That's terrible! Some people have no manners. You should lodge a complaint."

The man emerged from room twelve, taking the arm of his granddaughter.

"I have. I scolded the young man, and even gave her parents a piece of my mind-"

Pulse pounding, Mai made a split second decision.

If she had no time for nosy mikos, she really had no time for lecturing neighbors.

I have to get out of here!

With a sharp tug, she turned the miko around, pulling her down the hall.

"That's you he's talking about."

Ayako smirked, her steps suddenly slowing. Mai threw her a protesting look.

"You you never did explain, as your parent I think I have the right to know. Or should I just ask your friendly neighbor myself?"

Ahead of them, Mai could see the lobby. She was so close.

Feeling the pressure of every passing second, Mai made another impulsive decision- releasing the miko's arm, she shoved the invitation into the her hands.

"Sorry, I didn't tell you," she spoke, looking away.

Ayako's eyes flicked across the gold letters, then widened.

"The sponsors dinner?"

The miko waved the invitation, incredulous.

"That's where you're going?"

"Not if I'm late."

Lustrous in her pink and gold kimono, Ayako stalked past Mai.

"Let's not bethen."

That Ayako.

Mai stepped out of the Koku Inn and into the night the air. A strong breeze greeted her, blowing in her face, as if pushing her back inside. Gray clouds passed quickly over the rising moon, heralding rain after the blistering day.

Mai set her jaw. Neither wind nor rain would stop her. She was going to make it to dinner.

At her side, Ayako was still scrutinizing the invitation in her hand, her grip tight as it flapped in the wind.

"How did you get this?"

Struggling with her dress tangling against her legs, Mai didn't answer. Ayako filled her silence with ready assumptions.

"Don't tell me Sachi. Mai. I know you're jealous of Miss Miyuki, but-"

Busy gathering up her dress in an unladylike fashion, Mai shot Ayako a resentful look.

"It's not from Sachi."

"Then who-"

"Nari gave it to me."

Ayako halted, observing Mai critically.

"You're doing that wrong, here-"

With a scoff, she reached down, showing her how to hold up her dress properly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" the miko asked, after they started forward again.

"There was only one invitation," Mai answered, unable to meet Ayako's piercing gaze, pretending to still fuss with her dress.

"Then explain to me why you were caught pounding on Naru's door in the middle of the night."

Mai could tell Ayako was nursing a bruised ego, her question phrased as if the least she could do was tell her that much.

Flustered by the ticking clock, the uncertainty of what would happen when she arrived at the theater with a plus one of her own, and the nagging guilt Ayako's words had summoned, Mai blurted the first thing that came to mind,

"I was worried about him."

The miko blinked at her. Mai winced internally and ducked her head.

Your loose lips Taniyama!

"Why...?"

They were passing the festival grounds now and Mai used it an excuse to stall in answering, distracted by the lights of the food stands, their lanterns bobbing in the wind. The lilies hanging in strands swung wildly, much like Mai's thoughts. She recalled the night Naru left. His labored breathing at the sink, his leaning against her. She recalled the night before, their confrontation in the hall. His labored breathing, his collapsing against her.

Mai shook herself from her reverie and forced nonchalance.

"Something just felt off...it's nothing. I was overreacting."

"He fainted," Ayako countered, unconvinced.

"The doctor said he was fine," Mai persisted, relying heavily on that diagnosis and the conversation she had had with Naru early that morning.

"You mentioned it again. That I'm sick. Please don't, especially in front of Lin. I'll be fine from now on."

"Alright."

"That still doesn't explain why you were pounding on his door...?"

"I told you, I was worried."

"About what? You just said he was fine."

The two of them continued back and forth, Ayako determined to get answers (you know something), and Mai determined to share nothing more. And then the theater came into view.

Mai paused, taking in the busy scene before her. A trail of expensive cars were lined up, their doors opening to reveal immaculate guests. Elegant men and women who, their plus one on their arm, climbed the stairs towards the glowing theater. The buzz of conversation and music filled the air.

Mai felt relief.

The sponsors dinner.

I made it.

But her relief was quickly replaced by an anxious thrill with one look at Ayako.

Her eyes met Mai's, glittering with the potential of her night.

"What are we waiting for? Let's crash this party."

"You're crashing. I'm invited," Mai corrected, her gaze drawn to the one invitation in the miko's hand.

With a smirk Ayako linked arms with Mai,

"I'm your plus one, remember?"

That Ayako.

The two of them approached the flow of people streaming towards the theater. Diamonds, silver, and gold flashed at the throats, wrists, and ears of the women they rubbed shoulders with. It wasn't long before Mai felt self-conscious of her flower crown. But what was more concerning, was that Mai recognized none of the faces around her. Having spent the past seven days in Nozomi in the most important social circles, she had been made to feel something of an expert of the who's who, but climbing the theater stairs, she found herself nodding her head at people she had never seen in her life.

Another anxious jolt passed through her, her eyes searching everywhere for their host.

Where is Nari?

"There's a doorman. Fancy," Ayako murmured, nodding ahead of them.

Momentarily distracted, Mai's gaze followed the miko's. Her stomach gave a twist.

A man stood at the top of the stairs, accepting invitations. Beyond him, thrown wide open- were the double doors.

In all the rush of reaching the theater, she hadn't thought about them. And now she would need to pass through them without creating a scene.

Mai squeezed the stair railing, her stomach reminding her that it was very empty.

"Just act natural,"Ayako coached her as they neared the doorman, her mind miles away from the dangers of the double doors.

They were up next. Mai forced herself to pay attention.

First things first.

She wouldn't have to worry about the double doors if she couldn't get in them.

Anxiety mixed with her churning stomach. Neither her name nor Ayako's was on invitation.

Would they be turned away...?

"Good evening," the doorman greeted them.

Ayako offered her most winning smile in response, handing over the invitation. The man glanced at the name printed on the card, checking it against a clipboard in his hand. He paused, hesitating, seemingly confused...

This was it.

Mai silently scrambled for a way to salvage the situation, entirely willing to ditch her plus one. As if sensing this, Ayako's hold on her arm tightened.

Just then, a bright voice cut through the din of the crowd.

"Mai!"

Slightly breathless, having moved against the flow of traffic, Nari suddenly appeared.

"It's fine," she spoke, immediately reassuring the doorman, "she's my guest."

And then without hardly missing a beat, her eyes landing on Ayako, she added, "They both are."

The man nodded, and he politely gestured them onward, "Of course Miss Motoshi, have a wonderful time."

With a beckoning look, Nari lead the way back inside the theater. The double doors loomed. Mai was the one holding tightly to Ayako now.

They stepped over the threshold, Mai bracing herself...but to her surprise, she passed through without incident. Mai's hand dropped from her mouth and she exchanged a glance with Ayako. It was clear she had noticed it too: the nothingness.

Strange, the miko's expression seemed to say.

They didn't have time to dwell, though. Nari was in front of them, all hospitality. What did they think? Were they thirsty? Did the weather give them much trouble?

Mai was struck by the dramatic dress the young actress wore, in complete contrast of her friendly manner. A black velvet bodice with a sweetheart neckline- and a voluminous scarlet skirt, made of silk with elaborate golden flowers sewn into it. Real roses were woven into the braid that encircled her head like a crown.

"Is that...Tomoyuki Sugano of the Yomiuri Giants?" Ayako gasped, interrupting Nari's stream of pleasantries.

Nari looked to the double doors and then back at the miko with a nod, "Yes, I believe so. There will be many special guests here tonight. Mr. Miyuki used to entertain some of the most influential people of our society- many of them still remember him, and come out to this dinner in his honor."

The mention of Mr. Miyuki had made Mai's heart skip a beat. A swift reminder of her reason for attending dinner. She was here for answers.

"Nari, there you are."

In a gown of pale lavender, Mrs. Motoshi latched on to her daughter, fussing over her.

"How is your ankle? Is it exhausting moving around in that boot? The dress looks perfect though, you can't even tell..."

Before Nari could manage an answer, her mother was speaking again, absently making adjustments to the flowers in her daughter's hair.

"You're a VIP tonight, why aren't you out mingling?"

Nari inclined her head toward Mai and Ayako, standing by.

"I am mingling."

With some surprise, Mrs. Motoshi turned to face them.

"Oh, our dear ghost hunters."

She said the last part with a hushed tone, as if it were a tongue-in-cheek secret just between them. Sensing the same good will from earlier that day when she brought the team lunch, and Mai gave a polite head bob.

Mrs. Motoshi's gaze shifted to the right and left of Mai and Ayako, and after a moment she asked.

"It's the who's who tonight, Hara-san must be out networking...? See Nari, you must take her example."

Mai recalled who had invited Masako, and why she wasn't present. Her eyes darted to Ayako, suddenly worried that the miko might tactlessly spill the truth: Mr. Sachi practically begged her, but she turned him down. Pity.

Ayako wasn't paying attention though, her stare never leaving the part of the room the young baseball pitcher occupied. She leaned towards Mai in an effort to be heard,

"You have fun, I'm going to find myself a drink..."

And with a wink, the miko sauntered away, melding with the crowd.

Embarrassed at Ayako's behavior, Mai glanced back at her company, but neither seemed to notice. An older man had stopped to talk to Mrs. Motoshi. Judging by their fond smiles and the way he clasped both her hands in his, Mai could tell it would be a very involved conversation. Nari seemed to be thinking the same thing and politely excusing herself, she took this opportunity to link her arm with Mai's newly free one and the two of them disappeared into the crush of people filling the lobby.

The theater she walked through was exquisite. Mai was reminded of her first time inside, that first day in Nozomi. She remembered her impression of the building, sensing it was beloved. That feeling was strong again tonight. The cherry hard wood floors were polished and waxed until they shined like mirrors. The large chandelier in the lobby gleamed, reflecting the soft lamplight. Staff Mai didn't know wove in and out of guests, offering them refreshments. Somewhere there was live music being played...

Something about seeing the theater in it's full glory, made Mai's heart clench. The pressure of what she was there to do pressing like a weight on her chest.

She needed to discover the truth of this case before it was too late.

Mr. Miyuki, they won't close your theater. I won't let them.

There was an eruption of laughter, and Mai was startled out of her heavy thoughts. She turned toward the commotion. Between the bodies of passersby, Mai caught sight of a glittering black dress.

"Mrs. Koku looks like she's having a nice time," Nari remarked, following Mai's stare to a small group clustered around the innkeeper, "...or perhaps she's had one too many glasses of champagne already?"

Mai couldn't quite mirror the actress' amusement. Her nerves jangled at the sight of the old woman. With the nameless throng surrounding her, she had found herself relaxing into a rare kind of anonymity.

She had forgotten.

There were people she knew here.

Naru.

Where was he?

Suddenly hyperaware, Mai scanned the crowed room. Every glimpse of man's black dress jacket making her pulse pound.

If they came face to face...what would she say?

Uncomfortable, Mai scratched at the back of her neck, something still bothering her there...

Unaware of her guest's discomfort, Nari began to whisper gossip of the various people they past.

Business giants. Politicians. Actors. Artists. Athletes. They were all in attendance.

"...and to her left...that is the president of the Japan Railway Company's son."

Mai nodded in an interested sort of way, still on alert for anyone who wasn't a millionaire tycoon.

"How many get invited to this dinner...where do they all stay?" she asked, curious. Mai knew for a fact the heir to the Japan Railway Company hadn't made a reservation at the Koku Inn.

"Good question. Over a hundred invitations were sent out. There's a hot spring resort about forty-five minutes away from here. The majority of them book a room there for the weekend, and then drive back to the city when..."

Nari abruptly faltered. Confused, Mai looked to the actress, then followed her gaze towards an older couple standing someways ahead of them.

"That's Mr. and Mrs. Sachi," she spoke. Her voice becoming so quiet Mai had to strain to hear her over the noise of those pressed in around them, Nari shared their background as she had for all guests that night.

"Mr. Akihiro Sachi was the principle for our local high school twenty-five years ago. That's where he met Mrs. Kaiyo Sachi. She was a math teacher there. They got married, and decided to raise Joji in Nozomi. Over his career Mr. Sachi went on to principle larger high schools. He's now on the Board of Education for our prefecture."

Mai didn't have the chance to say anything in reply, Nari already lowering her head in an acknowledging bow. Mr. and Mrs. Sachi had spotted her. In the next instant they were before them.

"Miss Motoshi."

They greeted the actress.

"Mr. and Mrs. Sachi," she responded in kind.

Kaiyo Sachi observed Nari with a close eye,

"I'm surprised to see you here. I heard you injured yourself."

The tone used was nearly accusatory, as if Nari had somehow been careless. Mai was taken a bit aback.

They don't approve of her...?

"It was only a minor accident."

"I see, how fortunate."

"How was your trip here?" Nari asked into the developing silence, seeming ready to steer the subject away from herself.

Mrs. Sachi continued to answer, her husband's stare wandering the room, giving the impression that his current company was beneath his notice.

"Just fine. We're staying at the summer house, it's quite comfortable there. Tell me, are you still living with your mother in town?

Nari gave Mai's arm a small squeeze. Mai frowned, annoyed.

Just what is this lady trying to imply?

"We haven't moved..." the actress managed, her cheeks growing warm.

"Really? I would have thought your mother would want to. The last time I saw her all she could talk about was how you'd be a Tokyo success."

Nari's lips parted, but nothing came out.

That's it.

Mai put herself forward with a shallow bow.

"I don't believe we've met. I am Nari's guest. Taniyama, Mai."

Kaiyo Sachi's cool gaze shifted towards her at the introduction.

"And what do you do, Taniyama-san? Are you an actress here?"

"She hunts ghosts," a lively voice announced, suddenly joining the conversation.

"Joji..." Nari breathed, her face truly flushed.

Mr. Sachi, resplendent in a silk suit of deep purple, flashed them a smile, "Hello."

Mai couldn't seem to return his friendly greeting, still heated over the scene he had just walked into.

Kaiyo gave her son a scolding look, "That nonsense?"

"When will this haunting business be put to rest?" Akihiro Sachi spoke, apparently having caught the last bit of conversation.

Mr. Sachi's smile wavered. His eyes flicked to Mai and then back to his parents,

"Tomorrow. The results will be announced tomorrow."

Kaiyo also looked towards Mai, but her next words were spoken generally.

"I don't understand how it's gone this far. Miss Miyuki was willed her father's theaters. If she should choose to close them, that's her right. God knows the financial burden of keeping them running. Who attends a play anymore?"

Mai was struck by this declaration.

Mr. Sachi was playwright of this theater, didn't his parents care about his work...?

"Plenty of people. They come to watch my daughter bring Mr. Miyuki's stories to life."

Mai and Nari turned to see that Mrs. Motoshi had come up behind them. Mai made room for her, stepping a little aside. She suddenly felt as if she was intruding. An outsider observing a private matter. The tension in the air hung thicker.

"Of course," Mrs. Sachi replied, her smile over bright, "what would this small town do without your daughter to entertain them?"

Mrs. Motoshi's complexion matched her daughter's, tinting a deep crimson. But before anything could be said in retaliation, there was an interruption.

"Good evening," Niko Koku spoke, sparing them all a polite bow, "Please excuse me, but we are preparing the tables for dinner and I have a question for Miss Nari Motoshi."

There was a pause as Nari seemed to have to collect herself, but being the actress she was, she met the young heir with an unaffected look.

"Oh? What can I help you with?"

"I was told you brought two guests with you tonight. I needed to know if I was supposed to add an extra setting to your table?"

Nari nodded towards Mai, "Yes please, Taniyama-san is here as my guest, as well as Matsuzaki-san."

Niko gaze met Mai's briefly, and he nodded back.

"Thank you."

And with that he ducked his head and stepped out of their circle. With his departure the tension intensified.

Mrs. Motoshi, having held her tongue until that moment, addressed her daughter.

"Nari, we won't be sitting at a large table, will we?" Her eyes rose to Mrs. Sachi's, "I lose my appetite if I eat with just anyone. Maybe we can get a private table with Hara-san? Then we can talk comfortably about your new contacts in Tokyo?"

Mai's stare narrowed at Mr. Sachi, who appeared bothered at the mention of Masako, but before she could study him any closer, a hand had taken her elbow and she was being pulled away.

Mai followed the hand up to a pair of dark eyes, surprised to see Niko.

"I thought you might need rescuing," he explained, leading her from the confrontation, "Their families have a long personal history. It's rude of them to get you involved."

Mai cast a fleeting look back at Nari. Part of her hesitated in leaving, but Niko was right. She had no place being there.

They continued a few feet down the hall, following the vague flow of traffic, until Niko realized he was still holding Mai's elbow. Dropping it, he glanced over at her, his ears a bit pink.

"Are you hungry?"

Mai caught the way Niko's gaze lingered on her dress. The dress he gave her.

Please don't mention it...

Mai crossed her arms over her stomach, "Starving, actually."

Niko smiled,

"Perfect. Dinner will be served soon. I'll show you to your table."

Niko guided Mai into a large room that she immediately recognized as the banquet hall. Just like the lobby, the space had been transformed with meticulous care.

The last time Mai had set foot in the banquet hall, it was after the horrific events of the blood rain. But, instead of traumatized festival guests, the room was filled with evenly spaced tables, covered with crisp white tablecloths. Candles gleamed around elaborate lily centerpieces. In the back corner a string quartet played something romantic on a small stage that had been built for the occasion.

Mai lost count of the tables they past as the headed for the one assigned to Nari. Niko finally came to a stop, standing directly in front of the stage.

"Here we are. You'll be a VIP tonight."

Mai stared down at a large table set for thirteen, it's centerpiece made up of white roses.

How considerate.

Mai tilted her head, taking a seat. She noticed Niko didn't, lingering near her chair instead.

"VIP?"

"Very Important Person. You'll be dining with Nozomi's finest. Not just anyone can sit here. Our table is...over there," the young heir explained some of the pink returning to his ears, waving at a table towards the back.

"I see..." Mai answered, her eyes catching sight of the nameplates placed in front of each table setting. The one on Mai's left read Nari Motoshi. Following that was: Mrs. Sumiko Motoshi... Mrs. Kaiyo Sachi...

"Finally."

Mai startled, she knew that voice. She broke off reading, glancing up as the chair next to her was suddenly occupied by a stormy looking Ayako.

"You were hiding here? I've been looking everywhere for you."

Mai pursed her lips, observing the miko. In her hand was an empty champagne glass. Even still her gaze traveled the room, searching for someone...

"You sure you were looking for me?"

Things must have not gone well with base-ball guy.

Ayako shrugged at Mai's insinuation, and then smirked.

"Why? Should I be out looking for Naru instead? Tell him where our table is at...?"

Mai felt her neck flush.

That Ayako.

In retreat, her attention returned the nameplates she had been reading.

Ayako's nails tapped her glass, bored.

"It's seven-thirty and they haven't even put out so much as a bowl of rice?"

"It shouldn't be much longer now," came Niko's polite reassurance.

Mai felt herself blush deeper. She had forgotten to introduce him.

"Oh, hello Niko. I didn't see you there," Ayako greeted, her attitude clearly shifting.

Mai could feel her amused stare. She focused harder on the nameplates.

After Mrs. Kaiyo Sachi came, Mr. Akihiro Sachi... Mr. Joji Sachi...Mr. Hiroshi Miyuki...

Mai halted- pulse beginning to race.

Mr. Miyuki was at her table.

Did that mean...

Mai's gaze fell on the next nameplate, her eyes tracing the letters printed there.

"Madame Miyuki..." she spoke absently.

Niko nodded, acknowledging the name.

"Yes. Mr. Miyuki and Madame Miyuki are the guests of honor tonight, along with Miss Miyuki."

Mai turned towards Niko enquiringly.

It was a risk. She could tell Ayako was listening, but she couldn't miss this chance...

"Can I meet her?"

The young heir raised his eyebrows, wonderingly- but then his expression relaxed into a kind of understanding.

"Of course. I'm guessing you've heard of her reputation as a medium? I don't think she's ever ghost hunted before though...that's her there, in the middle of that group."

Across the room a thick cluster of people had gathered, and at it's center stood a woman. Mai narrowed her eyes, not quite able to get a proper look.

"What is she doing?"

Niko shook his head uncertainly,

"I don't know much about it, but she often gives palm readings. Shall we go see?"

Mai agreed with more enthusiasm than she meant to, piquing the interest of the miko next to her.

She felt an arm link with hers.

"Yes, shall we?" Ayako persisted, inviting herself along.

With no choice, Mai followed Niko's lead with Ayako scrutinizing her every move.

By the time they reached the large group, they found it to be breaking up. There were murmurs from the people that passed them...

"It's too bad."

"I guess he's not here tonight...?"

"How can he not be? I thought this theater was haunted."

"I've seen her at work. She would have made contact with him if he were."

Mai's heart pounded in her ears, more people filtering past her- and then she came into view.

Madame Miyuki.

The woman who could communicate with Mr. Miyuki.

The image she presented as she smiled and bowed at her departing crowd, was elegant- refined. Mai was privately surprised at her youth. As Hiroshi Miyuki's wife, Mai expected her to be older, but then she recalled the age difference Yasuhara mentioned. Twenty-five years younger than her husband, Madame Miyuki was slender, with dark wavy hair- which she had pinned up for the occasion. The strappy silver dress she wore dipped low.

"Madame Miyuki, good evening," Niko spoke, as they reached her. The woman's round dark eyes crinkled in affection,

"Ah, Niko-chan. It's good to see a familiar face after such a parade of new ones."

Niko cheeks warmed, "It's good to see you as well, Madame...but, I actually havetwo more to introduce you to. This is Taniyama-san and Matsuzaki-san."

The woman raised her eyebrows amiably,

"New friends?"

"They're here to investigate the theater," Niko answered meaningfully.

"Oh?"

Mai drew in a breath as the woman turned her head towards them, nerves buzzing.

"You must be the one."

Mai met Madame Miyuki's eyes in surprise.

"Ah, sorry- how rude of me. Hello, I am Madame Miyuki."

Self-consciously, Mai echoed the woman's English greeting, "Hello."

Hearing Ayako's more proficient good evening, Mai silently cursed herself for not paying more attention in her English language class. But she couldn't dwell long, her heart still pounding from what the woman had said.

You must be the one.

The woman's gaze returned to Mai.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I believe you've met my husband already?"

The woman's tone was light, conversational. Her Japanese, immaculate. Still, Mai struggled to answer.

How does she know...?

"Yes. I met him this afternoon."

Mai felt Ayako shift, standing near her. This was information new to her. Yet another thing Mai hadn't shared.

"Hiroshi told me. He said that he had met an impressive young woman, a ghost hunter. It must be you."

Mai was speechless.

Impressive?

Mai thought back to Mr. Sachi's office. The question Mr. Miyuki had asked. Her impulsive answer.

"But you know that my nephew, Takuya Miyuki- is among us."

"Yes, he is."

Madame Miyuki continued, heedless of Mai's stunned silence, "I know my husband would like to speak more with you, but as you can see, he is currently busy with the Minister of Tourism. I hope you won't mind speaking with me instead?"

Mai accepted the invitation, dumbfounded.

It was exactly what she had wanted.

The woman gave a pleased smile,

"Wonderful. There is a room we can use just down the hall, it will be quieter there."

She then turned her smile towards the others, and begged their pardon.

"Please excuse us. Matsuzaki-san, it was nice to meet you. Niko-chan, I'm sure we will see each other later."

And with that, Madame Miyuki was cutting a path through the packed banquet hall, steadily filling as dinner neared. Mai hurried to follow, a quick glance backward showing a bewildered Niko and a smoldering Ayako.

Mai pushed forward, trailing a glint of silver in the crowd, full of nervous energy.

She was going to have a private conversation with Madame Miyuki. It was an opportunity she couldn't have hoped for even ten minutes ago, yet somehow...

She wants to speak with me...?

Mai had never imagined the need to meet each other would have been mutual.

She drew in a breath, attempting to steady her nerves.

The foreign woman had been kind, but Mai still found her intimidating.

Focus Taniyama, this is your chance!

Stepping out into the hall, Mai felt herself relax a bit. It was less congested here, only a scattering of guests and hired staff. Madame Miyuki made yet another turn onto a hall Mai had never entered before. There, the space was deserted.

Despite her best efforts, Mai's pulse still raced.

"You've seen him...down these very halls?"

Mai looked up at Madame Miyuki, who was looking over at her curiously.

"My husband said that you believed Mr. Miyuki lingered in this theater. I wondered what made you so sure?" the women further explained.

There was a beat. Conflicted, Mai debated with herself...then she nodded, "I have."

I have.

Mai hardly recognized the words. After harboring the secret for so long, it seemed so strange to be admitting it.

Summoning the courage, she asked, "Have you?"

Madame Miyuki's smile graced her features once again. She had stopped outside a door marked with a gold plate which read: VIP.

"Why yes, mon ami. I have."

Mai's heart skipped a beat at the confirmation.

It was the answer she had been waiting to hear.

The woman turned the door handle, and they entered the room.

The room was small, intimate. Two large armchairs were set before a fireplace that had been lit. The heat warmed Mai's skin as she took a seat, mirroring her host.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Madame Miyuki spoke conversationally, remarking on the room, "Mr. Miyuki used to entertain his most special guests here." The woman nodded at the walls and Mai followed her gaze.

In countless gold frames hung pictures of Mr. Miyuki, grinning, shoulder-to-shoulder with various glamorous people Mai only recognized from magazines or the newspaper. She cleared her throat, pushing away the sudden emotion rising there at the sight of the once lively Mr. Miyuki.

"Speaking of special..." Madame Miyuki's eyes settled back on Mai, her stare contemplative, "I sense something special from you."

Mai glanced away from the pictures, drawn towards the woman's intent stare.

"Special?"

"How else would you be aware of Mr. Miyuki's presence?"

She means...

Almost as if on reflex Mai shook her head,

"Special? As in gifted? No, I-"

"No...?"

Mai dropped her gaze modestly,

"I- well, my boss said once he suspects I might have some latent abilities..."

"Tsk," the woman waved a ringed hand, dismissive, "but you are special. I can see it, clear as day. What does a stuffy old man know?"

Mai lifted her gaze again.

Old man?

Naru?

A small smile came to her lips.

"Oh...? I guess my boss could be wrong, but he isn't old."

Madame Miyuki's expression lightened.

"Ah, I guess not...? My mistake."

Conversation tapered off. A moment or two passed. The logs in the fireplace cracked.

"You can say it. I don't mind."

"Hm?" Mai turned her head towards her host. Madame Miyuki gave her a perceptive look.

"What you're thinking. You must be wondering why I brought you here?"

"You said you wanted to speak with me," Mai answered politely.

And I wanted to speak with you.

"May I see your palm?"

Hiding her surprise at the unexpected request, Mai offered the woman her hand, uncomfortably recalling the last time it had been read by Wise Obasan. Standing in front of the Koku Inn, she had been declared the best match for Naru.

Almost as if reading her mind rather than her palm, Madame Miyuki spoke.

"La...that's quite a heart line chérie..."

Mai shifted in her seat, willing herself not to blush. With an amused glance, the woman continued,

"And this one here...your life line...tells me that you're a passionate person...who may have experienced some unfair trauma in life."

Mai stared into the fire, resisting the urge to pull her hand away- suddenly feeling strangely vulnerable.

"This is just a fond pastime of mine," Madame Miyuki continued, considerately moving on, "My true calling is channeling."

Her attention captured, Mai faced the medium.

"You channel?"

"I do. I've done so my entire life. Various spirits, helping them send messages from the beyond."

Mai's heart was beginning to pound again. Mai was certain Madame Miyuki could feel it in her pulse.

"Spirits like..."

The woman nodded following Mai's thoughts, "Mr. Miyuki. A few months after his passing, he made contact with me. It was a relief to my husband. Takuya Miyuki was more was like a son than a nephew, and he had taken his loss very hard. To be able to communicate with him was an unimaginable gift I've been only too glad to share." "

Madame Miyuki's answer was candid, willing. Encouraged, Mai persisted,

"Do you see him often?"

Madame Miyuki gently released Mai's hand. She leaned back in her seat, gazing at Mai thoughtfully.

"Usually. Tell me, how often do you see him?"

Mai hesitated, still not used to openly sharing her experiences. But the time for caution was past.

"It's been a few times now..."

Madame Miyuki's gaze held, there was a knowing look there that caused Mai to trail off.

"Taniyama-san."

"Yes?"

"I don't mean your sightings."

Mai was struck silent.

She means...

"Your answer to my husband's question today. The expression on your face as you studied the pictures on these walls, I didn't miss it. You know Mr. Miyuki as more than a mere ghost you saw passing through a hall. How does he come to you?"

The answer hung on Mai's lips.

She had been sworn to secrecy.

Mr. Miyuki holding up a silencing his finger was burned into her memory.

But if there was anyone who could help her, it was Madame Miyuki.

It's now or never.

"In dreams," Mai finally spoke, overcoming her struggle.

If her host had found her pause strange, she didn't show it. The woman merely nodded.

"I said you were special. When did you last see him?"

"Yesterday."

"Ah, so recently?"

Madame Miyuki suddenly stood. Her silver dress shimmered in the firelight as she passed Mai, approaching a small counter with a flower arrangement and a tea tray.

"It's been months since I've seen him."

Mai startled at this admission. She watched as Madame Miyuki busied herself filling a teapot with hot water.

"My husband is distraught. His regular correspondence with Mr. Miyuki's through myself has helped him act in Mr. Miyuki's stead. This silence has been unbearable for him. Especially given Miss Miyuki's intentions. Now more than ever, he desires his guidance."

Two cups were taken off the tray and set aside.

"I wanted to speak with you because I believe we can be of help to each other Taniyama-san."

A cupboard was opened. A box of loose leaf tea was taken out.

Mai stared at the medium, her mind racing.

"How...?"

Madame Miyuki carefully added the tea leaves to the hot water, steeping them.

"Do you think Mr. Miyuki would come to you right now?"

Come to me...?

Sensing her guest's confusion, Madame Miyuki faced her.

"I know this case is important to you. Let me help you understand it. Draw Mr. Miyuki's spirit here, and you may ask him anything you like."

Ask him anything.

Mai's heart beat thickly in her chest.

It was a proposal beyond her imagination.

"But-" Mai spoke despite herself.

I don't know how.

Madame Miyuki returned to her tea making, seemingly undeterred.

"Have you ever tried to dream on command?"

Oh.

"Do you think that would work?"

Madame Miyuki crossed over to her seat, carrying two cups of tea. She gave a shrug.

"It's worth a try, no? If he comes, you'll have the answers you need, and I will be able to put my husband's mind at ease. If he doesn't...c'est la vie."

Mai accepted the cup the woman offered her.

C'est la vie.

Silently agreeing, Mai leaned her head back against the armchair. She stared into the glowing fire. A clock kept time somewhere in the room. Mai shifted position, once- twice. Her hands clasped and unclasped in her lap.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I can..." she admitted after another moment of readjusting.

Madame Miyuki smiled over her tea cup, "Drink your tea mon ami, that will help. It's good for relaxation."

"What kind is it?"

"Camomile."

"Camomile...I don't think I've ever had it. We only ever have green or earl gray at the office."

"It's good isn't it?"

"Yes."

Mai took a long sip. Firmly pushing aside her nerves, she closed her eyes.

"Did you know...I first met Mr. Miyuki thirty years ago?"

Madame Miyuki asked, though there seemed to be no expectation of an answer.

"It was at our engagement party. Hiroshi had whisked me off to his homeland to meet his family after our whirlwind romance. Mr. Miyuki was so charming and generous, he put on the most delightful play right in our living room..."

With purpose Madame Miyuki continued to recount memories of the playwright, her voice mixing with the crackle of the fire. Mai listened, following each story in her mind, envisioning every detail.

Slowly...slowly, her consciousness began to slip away...

"Mai, open your eyes."

Instinctively, Mai obeyed. Disoriented, she sat forward in her seat.

The fireplace came into focus...and then, standing over her-

Mai took in a breath.

"Naru...?"

He was a vision in black, sharply dressed in a dress jacket and waistcoat.

Mai had a hundred excuses waiting on her lips to explain why she was there...

But this was a dream...wasn't it?

It certainly wasn't unusual to see him.

Where is Mr. Miyuki...?

Had she failed in summoning him?

"Ah, so you are the boss? Tsk, very handsome."

Mai blinked, tearing her eyes away from Naru's profile. She had forgotten Madame Miyuki. She glanced over at the woman in confusion. She had just spoken something in English.

"So I've been told."

Mai was positive she was dreaming now. Naru had just answered in perfect English. Madame Miyuki seemed taken by surprise as well. Intrigued, she persisted.

"You're an Englishman?"

Naru seemed to disregard the question, switching to Japanese his tone was hard.

"Can I ask what is going on here?"

Mai straightened in her seat. Her impression that this was a dream fading quickly.

She had just been caught by Naru.

At the sponsors dinner.

Dreaming.

Madame seemed unbothered at the young man's direct manner, and answered casually.

"We were just trying to contact Mr. Miyuki. Nothing special."

Mai felt her heart stop.

The words contact and Mr. Miyuki ringing in her ears.

It was no wonder she didn't sense Naru step near. His hand took hers.

"I'm sorry, but she only works for me."

And with that Mai was being lead from the room, leaving behind a smirking Madame Miyuki and a cold cup of tea.