Vol 6 Chapter 5.2 (1/2)
This is a continuation of PART A.
”We never had a sovereign, at least I don't remember there being one. I've never even heard of the name before,” Nezumi said.
”Naturally. I was the one who named her. Your people did not give her a name, but you did revere her. You revered her as you did the other trees, the sun, and the moon, and you feared her. Yes―you feared her. She had power. She had a power that neither we nor you had―probably a power no human could possess. That is why No. 6 desired her. They desired her power. Nezumi―your people knew everything about her power, and you feared and revered her. You never thought of using her as a device for your own prosperity. That is the difference between your people and us. However, I was not directly involved in that ma.s.sacre. Nevertheless, I know that is no excuse.”
”Let's just hear the truth. What role did you play?”
”I―I met Elyurias in the forest, discovered her power, and reported it. You could say I was entranced by her. I was obsessed with her, and I submitted a ma.s.sive research report about her. The upper echelons of No. 6 expressed a strong interest, and contributed generous research grants to me. They called me a rare gem of a researcher. I had grown giddy with fame and fortune. Oh―”
The elder's words trailed off. Just for a moment, his gaze wandered in the air.
”What?”
”No... I remember Karan saying to me around that time. She said she was afraid of me. She said there was a frightening, dangerous sort of look on my face. She said she was afraid of me, and she didn't know why... it was long afterwards when I finally realized why. Yes... I had not realized... the change in myself, nor in No. 6... I even laughed at Karan's fear. I had not realized that I had thrown my ideals away, and that I had wandered off the path I intended to walk. But―by that time, the dominant organizations of No. 6 had already been formed, and they were fast becoming concrete. A military was being a.s.sembled discreetly, and a skillful system of controlling and dominating people was nearing completion. I never knew―I had not realized in the slightest. I had still believed... I had still...”
”...that No. 6 was a utopian city?”
”Yes. A pacifist city with hopes of eternal peace at its foundation, interacting with the world, armed with no weapons whatsoever. A city that insured a humane life for each and every person; one that respected each and every person as a human being. No. 6 and the world, science and nature, ideal and reality would come together in harmony, with no contradictions. I believed in it. I believed it, immersed myself in my research, and... brought tragedy. I never imagined that No. 6 would have an army. I never imagined that they would mobilize their military and invade the surrounding realms. When I learned of the truth of the ma.s.sacre, it was already a long, long time after the incident had occurred... but I panicked. It hit me with an impact enough to make my body go rigid. It was then that I finally realized the meaning behind Karan's words. I realized that I had been drunk with joy over the superficial successes of my work, and had become one who couldn't feel, one who was numb to the happenings around him, one who was more foolish and dangerous than anyone could be. I realized this, and I appealed to the uppers to clarify the truth of the ma.s.sacre. It was my own way of protesting.”
Nezumi let his shoulders shake, as if he couldn't find anything more funny about it.
”You thought they would listen to you?”
”I did.”
”Naive.”
”I had thought they were on my side. I had thought of them as my own friends, fellow partners who shared the hope and ideology of creating a utopian city―not politicans, not researchers.”
”So you made a fiery objection. And the result of that was your arrest and imprisonment as a rebel.”
”That is about right... they did not go so far as to kill me, however.”
”Even they still had some pity left.”
”No... not that.”
The elder slid his hand across his lap. ”They probably decided that there was no need to kill me after what my body had undergone. s.h.i.+on.”
”Yes.”
”Look at this.” The elder stuck his arm out, and rolled up the garment covering it.
”..........”
Nezumi s.h.i.+fted in his spot beside s.h.i.+on. s.h.i.+on also held his breath, and leaned forward. A red banded scar wound up the elder's arm from his elbow to his shoulder. It meandered like s.h.i.+on's, but the colour was a little darker than his.
”This is... from the parasite wasp...”
”Now I can say so with certainty. Somewhere in my body, there are probably remains of a wasp that could not hatch. At the time, I was under house arrest by the authorities. I had collapsed suddenly in my room and gone unconscious. When I recovered fully, these marks were on my arm... and both my legs had lost all functionality.”
”Your legs...”
”You lost the colour of your hair, I lost my legs. As the cost of survival, I suppose. However, at the time, no one could grasp the exact cause of this, including myself.... If the same thing happened now, I would have made a good experimental specimen, perhaps, but at the time, there was no such room for rational thought in the upper echelons. They were immersed in the work of building governing organizations. The Correctional Facility was still under construction. I managed to hang on by a thread, losing my legs in exchange, and was housed in the underground caves. And so they cast me off. s.h.i.+on, I was the wasp's first host, and one who survived.”
”Then, Rou―” Nezumi lifted his chin, and directed his gaze straight up at the elder. It was piercing, like an arrow.
Amazing.
Nezumi was still in full control of himself. He was able regulate his emotions and reason. s.h.i.+on wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and clenched it into a fist. Nezumi had said that they couldn't be the same. Perhaps it was so. But he could still try to bring himself closer.
I want to be resilient like he is. I want to preserve myself. I want to stay as who I am.
I won't hope, or pray; I'm going to make a vow to myself. One day, I'll become strong. I'll have the kind of strength that will keep me from endlessly making excuses to myself.
Nezumi pointed a finger to the heavens.
”Then, Rou, aren't the higher-ups gonna summon you sometime soon? Maybe they've finally found out about the incidents occurring in the city, and have got no idea what to do about it. It's about time their arrogant gaze started seeing reality for what it is. Don't you think they'd come to you for help?”
”That will not happen. All of my research was confiscated. They have probably a.n.a.lyzed all they could. My power is now next to useless. I have grown old. I will live the remainder of my life underground, and die―that is my wish. I have neither the power nor will to change reality. But I do know this much: what is about to happen in No. 6 is many times more fearsome and destructive than you presume. Many people will die. Neither I nor No. 6 can stop it. But you can.”
”Stop it? The death and destruction? What do I have to stop it for? I couldn't wish for a more splendid outcome.”
”Nezumi, the citizens will be the ones dying. Children and adults will die indiscriminately. Are you saying you will merely watch it happen?”
”What's wrong with that?”
”You said that s.h.i.+on was not guilty of any crime. That is true. In just the same way, with what crime could you accuse the children inside the walls? If you will fold your arms and watch, knowing that children will die... if you will let it happen and do nothing... you, and any who do the same―”
The elder straightened his back, and returned Nezumi's gaze steadily.
”―are murderers.”
Nezumi made a small strangled noise in his throat.
”It is not something for me to say. However, I must say it. Nezumi, you are the survivor of a ma.s.sacre. That is why you cannot stand on the side of the murderers. You must not let yourself become the same as those whom you hate.”
”Gh―”
Nezumi fell silent. s.h.i.+on stepped forward.
”What should we do? What can we do?”
His mother was inside the city. There was also Lili, the girl from his neighbourhood. There was her family. There was the student who came to buy a roll every morning; there was the worker he exchanged greetings with on the way to his job.
A fleeting resemblance of Kalan―the girl he had met in the West Block―overlapped with Lili's face. He didn't know why.
I can't. I can't kill them.
”I do not know,” the elder said. ”I cannot foresee what we can do to prevent this tragedy. Nothing presents itself to me. You must act as your hearts tell you to. You―your hearts―will be able to lead the people away from destruction to salvation. To me that is how it seems, and I cannot see it any other way. s.h.i.+on.”
”Yes.”
”Take this.” The elder slid his hand along his armrest. A small drawer appeared. He plucked something small from it, and offered it to s.h.i.+on, giving another one of his numerous sighs. He looked like he had rapidly aged. The boyish glint in his eye had faded.
”This is... a chip.”
”Yes. Almost the entirety of my research is in it. Parasite wasps, Elyurias, the Forest People... everything. After you have saved your friend, please try to decode it.”
”Me?”
”I entrust it to you. Now... I am a little tired. I have not spoken this much in a long time. I am tired. I wish to rest.”
I entrust it to you. You must find the answer. Please find an answer―one where no blood will be shed. s.h.i.+on heard the elder's unspoken words.
There were so many more mysteries: how this underground realm came to be; how Nezumi found his way here; his reason for leaving; all the things that happened which led up to their meeting―he itched to know, but for now, he would suppress those words of questioning inside his heart.
This was the time to act, not learn.
Cheep-cheep-cheep! Cheep-cheep-cheep!
The mice were suddenly buzzing with noise. A rat at s.h.i.+on's feet raised its voice in apprehension.
Screech, screech!
s.h.i.+on had heard this voice before. It was―
”Tsukiyo. Nezumi, Tsukiyo's here.”
”I know. Geez, how can you differentiate them like that?” Nezumi put his fingers to his lips, and whistled shrilly.
Screech, screech! A small black mouse came half-tumbling down the rocky wall.
Skrit, skrit. A sewer rat leapt up, and pounced on Tsukiyo.
”Stop!”
The sewer rat froze at s.h.i.+on's command.
”He's not prey. He's one of us. Let him go.” The sewer rat lifted its paws which had been pinning Tsukiyo down. The black mouse leapt to its feet as if on a spring, and scurried up Nezumi's body.
”Good, you made it. A message from Inukas.h.i.+?”
Tsukiyo nodded. There were wounds all over its tiny body, and they were beginning to bleed. Nezumi lent an ear to Tsukiyo's squeaking, and swallowed.
”Looks like everything is ready to go above-ground. We have to act quickly. Rou, I would have wanted to hear a little more of your story, but it looks like we don't have time for that. We're gonna go.”
”Then go you shall. Do you wish for anything?”
”Water and food. I'm so hungry, I feel like I'm gonna pa.s.s out.”
”It will be prepared immediately. Sasori, give them whatever they wish.”
”Before that―” Sasori drew up beside Nezumi. ”Nezumi, I want to ask you something.”
”What?”
”Surely you are not thinking of blowing up the door with a micro-bomb? If you do that, this place will collapse as well.”
Nezumi furrowed his brow and looked at him in exaggerated bewilderment. ”Sasori, we've come through the back gates of the Correctional Facility here. An old bomb detector is still a bomb detector, and that gate's got them. We could get knives or small firearms past them, but not micro-bombs. If we could, we would've sneaked in with at least a hundred on our backs.”
”Fine. As long as you do not bring us into this mess.”
”You doubting me?”
”Who knows what you will do. You are dangerous.”
”Hey, I thought s.h.i.+on was the demon here?”
”Demons do not cry.” Sasori glanced at s.h.i.+on. ”Demons do not cry... like that.”
s.h.i.+on felt his face burnt up at the man's words. He felt painfully embarra.s.sed.
”I found it strange,” the man said. ”To be able to cry so unreservedly... very strange.”
”Well, no,” s.h.i.+on stammered, ”I―I was just really tired, and... my nerves―stretched thin―that was it, really, it's not like I cry like that all the time―”
The air s.h.i.+fted.
Sasori had laughed. It was the first smile s.h.i.+on had seen on him.
”You are interesting. You may be, perhaps... far more decent than Nezumi.”
A sewer rat sat on s.h.i.+on's shoulder and nudged him with its nose.
”He says so too,” the man said, indicating the rat. ”He says you are more decent.”
”The h.e.l.l is that supposed to mean?” Nezumi clicked his tongue. Then he jerked his chin slightly.