Rain

10

“Katie-san, can I see you for a minute?”

Yuki, Tanaka and I stopped at the classroom door. Suzuki-sensei leaned against his desk, looking at me expectantly.

“Catch you in the courtyard,” Yuki whispered, ducking out of the way.

Tanaka patted me on the shoulder as he followed her.

I approached Suzuki’s desk slowly, ready for another part of my life to fall apart. Didn’t he realize my heart was breaking? If he sent me to an international school, that would be the end of me. I would just rip in two.

“Katie, I wanted to talk to you about your latest assignment,” he said, passing my math homework back to me. My paper was marked up in red. Instead of check marks, Japanese teachers made circles on the correct answers and crosses on wrong answers, like tic-tac-toe.

I stared at the sea of red loops.

“I don’t understand,” I said. “These are all...right.”

“Yes,” Suzuki smiled. “You’ve always been strong at math, Katie, but what I’m pleased about are these.” He flipped the page to the word problems and pointed to one of my answers. “I noticed you using a lot more kanji in your responses, and I’m not the only one. Your biology and history teachers have been pleased, too. You’re working hard—we can see that.”

A wave of relief washed over me.

“Thank you,” I said, bowing slightly.

He nodded and took the paper back, placing it on his desk. “But you’re still not at the level of the other students, Katie. You still have a long way to go.”

“I know.”

“You’re proving to me you can do it, but it’s going to take time. And it’s already October. The school year is over in February. If you don’t want to go to an international school, I would suggest you consider retaking a year of high school.”

My ears rang. He couldn’t have said that, could he? “Retake?”

“I just want to make sure you’re ready for exams when they come round,” he said. “I’ve heard that Watabe and Tanaka are helping you at lunchtimes, but they have their own entrance exams to worry about. You can’t let yourself be a burden to them.”

“I’ll work harder,” I said. “I don’t want to retake.”

“I’m not forcing you,” Suzuki sighed. “But as your homeroom teacher, I’m just concerned for your well-being. If this is what you want, then you’ll need to focus. No distractions. Consider cutting back on club time, friend time, relationships, and spend more time on your studying.”

Great. The world was conspiring against Tomohiro and me. “I’ll think about it.”

Suzuki nodded. “I just want the best for you, Katie. Like I do for all my students.”

“I know,” I said. “Thanks.”

I went into the hallway, heading toward the genkan. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Good, but not good enough. But I’d been working so hard on those kanji. The genkan was full of loud students, and it felt stifling and claustrophobic. I grabbed my shoes out of my cubby and burst out the front door, where Yuki and Tanaka were waiting for me.

They weren’t alone.

Tomohiro grinned at me, his bangs fanned over his deep hazel eyes.

The resolve in me started to crumble. God, why did he have to look at me like that?

“Katie-chan!” Tanaka said, waving me over. Like I hadn’t seen them. I couldn’t see anyone but them.

I walked over, standing awkwardly beside Yuki.

“O,” Tomohiro said, a casual Japanese hello.

“Hi,” I said, my heart pounding. He frowned, looking at me carefully. He knew something was off.

“So, I was just telling the boys the news,” Yuki said. “Niichan is visiting for the week.”

“That’s great,” I said. “It must be nice having him home.”

“Oh, he’s not on holiday or anything,” she said, waving her hands around. “He’s been working at Sengen Jinja, sort of like a friendly ambassador from Itsukushima Shrine or something. They’re like sister shrines.”

“Where’s Sengen?” I asked as Tomohiro paled. Jinja meant it was a shrine, which meant Shinto instead of Buddhist. Which, of course, meant kami.

“In Aoi Ward,” she said. “It’s only a few blocks west of Sunpu Park. Soooo...” She looked conspiratorially at me. “I thought we could double date over there and drop in to say hi to Niichan.”

“Double date?” Was she kidding?

Tomo folded his arms and leaned against the stone wall of the courtyard. “A double date to visit your brother, Watabe?” he said. “That’s not exactly romantic.” He was trying to discourage the shrine visit. What if he blacked out going through the gateway?

Yuki flushed. “Well, it’s not really a double date. Tanaka and I aren’t really together anyway.”

Tanaka pressed his glasses up his nose, his cheeks turning pink. “It’s basically a chance for Yuki to spy on you with Katie, Tomo-kun,” he said. Yuki gasped and reached over to smack him in the arm.

Tomohiro grinned. “That sounds more likely, Ichirou. So let’s go for coffee instead, okay?”

“I can’t,” Yuki said. “I have to visit my brother. My mom sent me with this.” She held up a bentou box wrapped beautifully in a light blue furoshiki cloth. “Come on, it’s a huge shrine. Katie’s never seen it, and it’s a romantic spot.”

“Romantic?” I said. “A shrine?”

Yuki shrugged. “Sure. It’s beautiful, right? Tokugawa built the shrine, you know. He was this super important Shizouka samurai. The torii gateway is huge and there are lots of nice gardens.”

Tokugawa. Oh god. Now I saw why Tomohiro was fighting the plan to go there. Could he even pass through into the shrine?

“Guys, I have a lot of homework,” I said. “And I’m sure Tomo has to study for entrance exams.”

“Oh, I see what you’re doing,” Yuki said. “You’re trying to sneak off so you can go to a love hotel, right?”

“Yuki!” I stammered. Tomohiro just grinned. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back toward him. His touch jolted through me, the closeness of him sending waves of heat and sparks through my body.

“Would you prefer we started here?” he said slyly.

Yuki and Tanaka turned beet-red.

I struggled in his grip. “You’re embarrassing, you know that?”

He laughed and kept me close to him. I was pressed tightly against him, and all I could think about was last night. And Jun’s warning that I had to stay away.

“Tomo-kun?” A timid, shy voice.

Shiori stood at the front gate, her stomach totally swollen and huge.

“Shiori. What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” Tomohiro said. He loosened his grip and I slipped away, but not before Shiori saw. Her cheeks flushed red and she narrowed her eyes.

Yuki noticed and flushed with protectiveness for me. She turned to Shiori. “You’re not supposed to be on school grounds if it’s not your school,” she snapped, her hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry,” Shiori said, a sweet smile on her lips. “And I’m standing by the gate, right? So it doesn’t count.”

“Yuu-san has a girlfriend,” Yuki said. “So back off already.”

The smile vanished from Shiori’s lips.

“Easy, Watabe,” Tomohiro said. “She knows Katie is my girlfriend.”

“Then why is she here?” Yuki mumbled.

“I just need to talk to Tomo-kun,” Shiori said.

Tanaka nodded at Shiori. “Do you remember me?” he asked. “I used to be in Calligraphy Club with Tomohiro in elementary school. You used to walk home with us sometimes.”

Shiori looked at him, tilting her head. “Oh. Kind of.”

“He told me you were like his sister,” Tanaka smiled.

Shiori looked pale again. “Oh.”

“Che,” Tomohiro muttered, walking toward her. “What is it?”

“I just wondered, because I called last night and you were busy.” Her eyes flicked to me and narrowed. “Actually, you’re always busy. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” Tomohiro said. “I’m just... Things are different now.” He looked at me, and my stomach flipped over. I felt so awkward, like I was a horrible person. I didn’t mean to get in the way, but even now seeing them together gave me such a bad vibe. If I wasn’t here, if I put distance between myself and Tomo, would they be together?

“I get it,” Shiori said, looking sad.

“Hey,” Tomohiro smiled. “Genki dashite. Cheer up.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, and my insides lit on fire. “The baby will be here soon and then you won’t have time for me.”

How was I supposed to stay away from him? I couldn’t even watch him with another girl.

“I’m done with school,” Shiori said. “Too many comments, and it’s getting too hard, so they’ve asked me to stay home until the baby’s born. Today was my last day. I thought you might want to go for dinner so the day isn’t a total loss. Maybe shabu shabu? My treat.”

“I—can’t,” Tomohiro said. “We’re going on a double date.”

I blinked. Was he really going to put himself at risk to prove a point to Shiori? But I felt relieved. I’d been scared he’d say yes as a way out of the danger of the shrine.

“Oh,” she said quietly.

“Shiori, I’m sorry,” Tomohiro said. “Listen, let’s go for coffee this weekend, okay?”

“Sure,” she said, and she looked ready to slip away, like she was made of air, just drifting away on the breeze.

“Wait,” I said. The word was out before I could stop it. Tomo was sacrificing for me...I could sacrifice for him, too. “Tomo can go.”

“Katie, I’m not looking for permission,” he said. “I’ll go to the shrine with you.”

I shook my head. “No. Go with Shiori, Tomo. It’s her last day of school. Don’t let her be alone in this, okay?”

Tomo looked at me, his eyes filled with conflict behind his copper bangs. “Demo...” he said quietly.

“Ii kara,” I said. “It’s fine.” I trusted him, and it was the perfect excuse not to go to the shrine. Plus, looking at Shiori reminded me of the time Tomohiro had shut me out to protect me. It felt crappy. I didn’t want him to shut her out. I didn’t want her to feel alone in the world, even if she’d said those awful things to me on the train.

“Okay. Shiori, let’s go.” He didn’t take his eyes off me the whole time, maybe seeing if I’d change my mind.

Shiori looked relieved. She unfolded, stopped hunching over her belly and smiled. “Let’s go, Tomo-kun,” she said. She wrapped her arms around his arm, hugging it tightly, and looked at me, a mean smile of satisfaction on her face. It was brief, but I saw the look she gave me. She let go and walked past the gate, disappearing behind the stone wall. She didn’t like me being close to Tomohiro and had thrown this in my face like a victory. Yuki had seen it, too.

“Yuu-san,” Yuki piped up, and Tomo stopped walking. “It’s not yours, is it? The baby?”

My stomach lurched.

Tomohiro’s voice was dark. “Watabe, I get that you want to protect Katie. But I want to protect her, too. So you can lay off.”

Yuki narrowed her eyes, unfazed. “Yuu.”

“It’s not mine,” he said. “Okay?”

Yuki nodded slowly. “But if you hurt Katie, I’ll break you. Got it?”

Tomohiro grinned, shaking his head so his copper spikes danced around his head. “Got it,” he said. He slipped out of sight, and then they were gone.

“Let’s get going before we lose anyone else to social drama,” Tanaka said.

I grabbed Yuki’s hand and squeezed it as we walked toward Sunpu Park. She squeezed it back.

There’s no one in the world like your best friend.

The large red torii towered above us at the entrance to Sengen Jinja. I got why Tomo had wanted to avoid this place—you couldn’t get in without going through the torii or the roumon gate at the other entrance. Behind it stretched a huge complex of buildings, brightly colored in reds and greens and gold. It was like Tokugawa’s shrine on Mount Kuno, but larger.

Yuki and Tanaka passed through the gateway easily, chatting with each other and laughing. I stepped toward it, thinking of the ink that had bled from my firefly bites.

I wouldn’t trigger it, would I? Was it possible to pass out the way Tomohiro had, to be rejected by the shrine’s security system or whatever it was?

I squeezed my hands into fists and walked slowly through the gateway. The bright red beam towered above me, the paint peeling in strips, the wood underneath it gray and chipped. I waited for some sign of the ink, a tug or a whispered voice or something. But nothing happened, and then I was on the other side.

I sighed quietly, walking quickly to catch up with Yuki and Tanaka. I was still me. I was still human. Maybe there wasn’t enough ink in me to trigger the alarm. Or maybe alone I just wasn’t a danger.

I followed Yuki and Tanaka to a small gazebo-type building. The green-tiled roof sloped against the four red beams, painted with gold trim. Inside the gazebo stood a long basin, carved with snaking dragons on the sides. I shuddered, remembering the coiled dragon in Toro Iseki. Along the top of the basin were rows of bamboo cups on long wooden sticks.

“The chouzuya,” Tanaka said, lifting one of the ladles. He dipped it into the water, and Yuki put her hands out over the water. I did the same. Tanaka poured the cold water over our hands and it dripped off our fingers into the basin.

“What’s the chouzuya for?” I asked, reaching into my book bag for my hand towel. Everyone carried them; mine was pink and blue with a big yellow star on it and some cute cartoon kids. It made me think of Tomohiro’s elephant one, and I tried to shake the thought away. He was with Shiori right now. They were having dinner. God, I’m such an idiot. Why did I tell him to go?

“Just ritual,” Yuki shrugged, drying her hands and stuffing her towel into her bag.

“It’s a cleansing thing, isn’t it?” Tanaka said. “Purifying for the shrine or something? I don’t really know.”

That was the way a lot of things in Japan were. You just did them; you didn’t ask questions.

We wandered through the buildings, looking for Niichan. Straw ropes draped over the doorways and shrines, white paper thunderbolts hanging from the cords like jagged branches. Everywhere I looked was something sacred to the kami. No wonder Tomo hadn’t wanted to come here.

I peered into the roumon gate to see if Niichan was by the other entrance to the shrine, but all I could see were the cars zooming down the street.

I turned back to the main grounds and gasped. A dragon of gold loomed over the gate, his horns pressed against the ceiling. Above him dark swirls of plaster trailed along the red beams. They looked...they looked like ink.

“You found the Mizunomi-ryu” came a familiar voice, and I jumped. I looked beside me to see a smiling face.

“Niichan!” It was Yuki’s brother, the one who’d hosted us at his house on Miyajima Island at the beginning of summer. The one who’d shown me a moving painting at Itsukushima Shrine, a painting that only came alive for Kami.

“Katie,” he grinned. “Nice to see you again.” He wore a pair of dusty jeans and a loose white shirt with a green polo unbuttoned over top. “Genki?”

“I’m doing well,” I said.

“This is one of the treasures of the Sengen Shrine,” he said, pointing up at the golden dragon. “The Mizunomi Dragon.”

“Mizunomi,” I said. “Mizu as in ‘water’?”

He nodded. “He was a dragon formed by koi,” he said. “They were so determined to climb a waterfall that they didn’t believe it was impossible. So they kept trying, and when one reached the top, the kami turned it into a dragon.”

My heart nearly stopped. The koi fighting each other that Tomo had drawn—they’d been biting each other’s tails and circling. If he’d left them, would they have turned into a dragon?

“Good thing this guy is here,” Niichan said, his voice quiet. “When the shrine burned down, this dragon supposedly came to life and splashed water all over the fire. He saved the shrine for Tokugawa. It’s not actually true, of course. Just a legend.” He had a look in his eyes, and I knew this was more than a myth. There had been Kami in this place.

“It’s not true,” I repeated, and he nodded slowly. We understood each other.

“Niichan!” Yuki shouted, and she and Tanaka came running.

“Oh, Yuki,” Niichan laughed, ruffling her hair. “Ichirou. Nice to see you again.”

“You, too, Watabe-kun,” Tanaka said.

“Please,” Niichan laughed. “I keep telling you. Call me Sousuke.”

“Here, from Mom,” Yuki said, holding out the cloth-wrapped bentou.

He took it from her, swinging it back and forth. “Thanks. Praying for exams while you’re here?”

Yuki rolled her eyes. “Please, like I need to.”

“You need to,” Tanaka said, and Yuki smacked him.

“Just bringing you the sandwiches, and we thought Katie might like to see the shrine.”

“Anything else I should see, Niichan?” I said quietly. One look at him and I knew he’d understood what I meant.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can show you a few things.”

He led us into the main building, passing by full-size model horses, painted a milky brown and tethered to either side of their red stalls.

“They escaped during the fire,” he said. “But came back when it was safe.”

Did he mean it? Had they come alive? I thought the ink could only move drawings, but after I’d seen the inugami on the building growl...I didn’t know anymore. Anyway, the horses were painted—was that enough?

“Niichan, what are you saying?” Yuki said, looking embarrassed.

Niichan chuckled. “Just old stories.”

It was dark inside the main building, and I could barely make out the different urns and paintings plastering the edges of the room.

“Maintenance,” Niichan explained. “The main hall’s off-limits until they get the lights fixed.”

I looked up at the lights, and I saw what he’d brought me here to see.

A dragon exactly like the one Tomohiro had drawn was painted on the ceiling.

He had been painted in coils of serpentlike scales, his eyes never leaving me as I moved around the room. Clouds of shadow swirled around him, flecks of gold glinting inside them.

“It’s him,” I said quietly. My body shivered like ice had trickled over me.

“Who?” Tanaka said.

Crap. Had I said it out loud?

“The dragon who saved this shrine,” I said. “It wasn’t the gold one at all, was it?”

Niichan laughed as he led us out of the building.

“Tokugawa’s hardworking servants did that. Dragons cause trouble.”

Of course, because the ink dragon wouldn’t put out a fire. He was ready to eat me when Tomo had drawn him in the field. He wasn’t exactly a do-gooder.

That’s when I realized what Niichan was telling me.

The ink dragon had started the fire. Maybe he’d knocked over some candles, maybe he’d even breathed fire. I didn’t know, but I was certain of one thing—he’d tried to kill Tokugawa, just like he’d tried to kill Tomohiro. They’d both drawn him.

I felt hopelessness then. I excused myself from the group and wandered the shrine grounds, the gravel crunching under my feet.

Generation after generation of Kami, hunted by the ink that marked them. It never stopped until it got them in the end. It would never stop until it got Tomohiro. Until it got me.

Why? It didn’t make sense. I rounded a patch of trees, following the path away from the painting of the dragon. I passed a stall filled with omamori, protective charms from the shrine for every possible need—good grades, health, finances, love. The girl behind the table smiled at me, her bright red hakama skirt and white top making her look like a colorful kendouka. I waved a hand at her to tell her I wasn’t interested in buying the charms and kept walking, deep in thought.

I thought Amaterasu had been the protector of Japan. Why would she want to destroy it? Weren’t the Kami her descendants?

The trees broadened here, and there was another building, almost forgotten. An elaborate phoenix painted in rainbow colors perched on the doorway, and the nearby trees were wrapped with thick Shinto rope hanging with white paper thunderbolts.

I sat down, leaning my back against the tree. I felt so lost. Tomohiro was cursed. The Kami hadn’t found a way out in centuries. What hope did he have?

I had to stay away from him. At least that way, he’d have a long life before the ink got him.

Shit! Why did I have to think like that? Why did it have to be so difficult? Why did I have to lose everything, too?

“Katie?” Niichan’s gentle voice came from the trees. I looked over and started to get to my feet, but he waved at me to stay where I was.

“Where are Yuki and Tanaka?” I asked.

“Wandering around the grounds looking for you,” he said. “I told them I was going to eat my sandwich. Mind if I sit?”

“Why are you telling me these stories, Niichan? I thought you didn’t want me to think about the Kami.”

Niichan frowned, sitting on the ground beside me. He rested the neatly wrapped furoshiki on the ground and pulled at the ties until the cloth dropped to the sides around the polished black bentou. “The weight of it is heavy on your face, Katie. Anyway, Yuki can’t keep her mouth closed, remember? She’s told me you’re dating a senior at your school, one who likes to sketch and gets into fights. I’m only guessing but...I think it’s related.”

“It’s too dangerous,” I said. “I know that now.”

Niichan nodded, lifting the lid from the bentou and placing it gently on top of the cloth. “Yuki thinks the world of you. I don’t want to see you get into trouble.”

“I don’t get it, Niichan. Why are the Kami so dangerous? Aren’t they supposed to protect Japan?”

“Whoever said that?”

I stared at him, surprised. “Isn’t that what Shinto is all about? People pray at the temple for protection and good fortune from the kami, right? Like, good grades, good health, stuff like that.”

“Or do they pray to appease the kami? Are the kami giving good things or withholding the bad? Do you think the ancient beings of Japan care about our modern judgment calls of what is desirable?”

“I don’t get it,” I said.

“What we consider justice isn’t what justice was even a hundred years ago,” he said. “And the kami go much further back than that. It’s hard to understand what they want, but they were always fighting with each other. Maybe they want to protect Japan. Maybe they want it back from us. And maybe they just had so much power in them that in human hands it’s out of control.”

“The last one sounds likely,” I said. “It’s more than he can handle.” My face went pale. “I mean—”

“I already guessed,” Niichan smiled, lifting one of the sandwiches from the box. “But keep the secret better from others, okay?”

I got to my feet, walking toward the shrine. The sun was starting to set, and the glow of it caught on the phoenix feathers. “So which shrine is this?” I said, touching the red support beam with my hand.

“Otoshimioya,” he said. “Actually, this is the shrine that has the most in common with Itsukushima where I work.”

“It doesn’t look as big as the ones back there.”

“It’s not the principle building.” Niichan took a bite from the sandwich and waited until he finished chewing. “But it’s for a daughter of Susanou, like in Miyajima.”

“That’s the kami of storms, right?” I said, running my hand down the beam.

He took another bite. “Yeah. Amaterasu’s brother.” He reached for another sandwich, his hand bumping the lid of the bentou. It clanked into the box and the sound startled me.

“Amaterasu,” I said, staring at the phoenix. Niichan grunted agreement behind me.

“They didn’t get along,” he added. “Susanou controlled storms, but he was also the ruler of Yomi, the World of Darkness. Kind of like Hell, I guess.”

A thought appeared in my head, slowly, the idea blurry and strange. But it sharpened as I thought about it, until I could barely contain it.

Oh my god.

What if Amaterasu wasn’t the only one with descendants?