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  “There’s something else I’ve got to tell you,” he continued.

  I noticed that I’d left my cigarette smoldering in the ashtray.

  “It looks like someone else is watching Ms. Kuki too.”

  “What?”

  I thought that was probably the first word I’d uttered in this room today.

  “We don’t know who’s doing it, but they seem to have employed someone to investigate her very thoroughly. The man they’ve hired is a real pro. Shall we find out who’s behind him?”

  My throat was dry and I felt uneasy. I realized that I’d been staring at him for some time.

  “Yes, please. But Shozo Kuki is dead.”

  “I don’t think the person who’s following her has any link to her adoptive father, Shozo.”

  I continued to watch him, bewildered.

  “Whether I did any work for the deceased Shozo Kuki is still something I want to keep confidential, but since this is connected to what you’ve asked me to do I’ll tell you this much. This man isn’t one of those hired by Kuki. I know it’s a bit vague, but he smells different. I can’t account for it, but he doesn’t seem like the kind of investigator Kuki hired.”

  The room went quiet.

  “What’s your best guess?”

  “I’m not sure. But my instinct tells me it’s nothing good.”

  His tone had become more urgent.

  “I see,” I said. “Could you investigate that person too, please?”

  “Yes, I will.”

  He shifted in his seat again, unconsciously scratching his knees. I thought he kept doing it for a bit too long, so I averted my eyes as I stood.

  FATHER’S DISAPPEARANCE FIRST became a problem on the estate three months after Kaori and I started having sex. One of the companies in the Group tried to get in touch with him. When the servants told them that he wasn’t here, they left a message asking him to contact them as soon as he returned. Of course, he didn’t come back. They called again, and when they received the same reply they began to show signs of concern. The staff thought he was probably holed up with a woman somewhere, as had happened many times before, and his business associates assumed the same, but there was some important business to take care of, so they called the lawyer who managed Father’s assets. He made a few educated guesses and phoned around, but everywhere he received the same answer, that my father hadn’t been there. Suddenly, there was panic in the house.

  I was aware of the fuss, but at first it didn’t concern me. Even if he was dead, even if they found out that I was responsible, I didn’t care as long as I could spend my days with Kaori. If I were unveiled as the killer, though, my idyll with her would obviously come to an end. If my handiwork were discovered, everyone would realize that a third party had locked Father in the room. Besotted and living in a dream world, it was only after the commotion started that I felt a sense of urgency.

  My original plan had been to clear away the evidence two months after I was sure he was dead, either through starvation or suicide. With nothing blocking the door, everyone would think that he had entered the underground room of his own volition and committed suicide, by eating nothing at all, by eating the death caps out of hunger, or by drinking the poison he had brought with him. I couldn’t imagine that he would have just waited for death, enduring the torments of hunger. The reason I hadn’t removed my homemade barricade was that I was scared. I was absolutely terrified of going near what I had done. I pushed the fear to the back of my mind, thought only of my life with Kaori, of Kaori’s body.

  After Tanabe left, another servant called Yoshigaki, a woman in her thirties who had been there for quite a long time, took over as housekeeper. She rang my father’s lawyer. As I eavesdropped, I couldn’t help feeling uneasy. They were talking about contacting my father’s other children, all many years older than me. Whenever he went away, the servants were under strict instructions not to seek his whereabouts. But the situation facing the Group company was serious—serious enough to warrant asking the police to search for him. In those circumstances, they were supposed to inform the other children and wait for directions.

  That night I had to act. After the servants were asleep I had to go to the cellar, shift the broken air conditioner and remove the furniture from on top of the hatch. It wasn’t much, but it took all my courage to make my body do what I wanted.

  It was Sunday. Kaori came to my room as soon as she got home from volleyball practice. Mischievously she switched off the light at the door, then came over and kissed me. I touched her shoulders and arms. We had both turned fourteen.

  “What’s happened to your father?”

  I couldn’t see her face.

  “Sounds like there’s some problem at his company, but they can’t get hold of him. Same as always.” I did my best to speak nonchalantly.

  “Hmm.”

  “But maybe it’s my fault,” I continued.

  Her body trembled slightly.

  “After I talked to him about you it must have been awkward for him to come home and look me in the face. He’ll be with a woman somewhere. I hope he dies there.”

  Kaori seemed deep in thought, but in the darkness I couldn’t read her expression.

  • • •

  THAT NIGHT SHE came to my room once more, but I told her that it would be better if we slept apart. I made up a story that Ms. Yoshigaki wanted to talk to me about my father’s failure to return, but she hadn’t come yet and might turn up at any minute. Kaori’s face still looked full of questions, but it was the best I could do.

  After she left I lay in bed, wide awake. Now I had to visit my father. I had to remove my device, right next to the room where his body lay. Sweat was streaming off me, but I couldn’t get up. I was completely unprepared. Hours passed. However, I had no choice.

  Compared to shutting him up in the first place, this wasn’t such a big deal. That’s what I told myself, but it was after 3 A.M. before I was able to leave the room. I went through the hallways, treading softly. I kept moving, though I couldn’t believe that I was going down to the cellar again. When I reached Kaori’s door I crept past on tiptoes, trying to control my breathing, one foot after the other. I went down the steps to the basement and cautiously opened the door. Thanks to the oil I’d put on the hinges, it moved quietly.

  I made my way slowly between the old furniture and lumber. There was a musty smell, and the dust penetrated my lungs as though it had a will of its own. I felt like the junk was watching me solemnly in the stillness. The silence, as though the lifeless objects themselves were holding their breath, seemed to insist that I was an unwelcome intruder. I walked carefully, forcing my way through the narrow space, trying not to make a sound. Just as I put my hands on the silent, scornful furniture, wanting to get it over with quickly, I sensed a movement behind me. My body tensed and I stopped breathing. There was definitely a noise, a kind of creak. My heart raced uncontrollably, and what little strength I had deserted me completely. The dust was sticking to my perspiration. I didn’t know what to do, but at the same time I couldn’t just stand there. Still unable to make up my mind, I turned around slowly.

  In front of me I could see an old bookcase, a wooden wheel whose use was unclear, and a tall pile of tightly wrapped rolls of material. I took one pace forward, then another. Just as I was thinking the place was deserted, I sensed someone on my right. There’s no one there, I told myself. I was being too jumpy. I concentrated on making my feet move, not wanting to stay there for long. I reminded myself over and over that no one ever came there, that all I had to do was remove the obstruction. The only thing I could see was the entrance to the underground room with the furniture stacked above it. I grasped the silent object with both hands, even though I was still not ready for what I might find.

  When I felt the cold, rough surface my pulse grew even faster. I endured it and gradually shoved the heavy obstacle aside. Moving without thinking, like a puppet, I opened the hatch and peered down the narrow flight of stairs
. Light was seeping under the door to the hidden room. At first I imagined that someone was in there, but then I realized that Father must have died with the light still on. There was no sound from inside. I crept down the stairs, conscious of the beating of my heart. I could see something under the frame of the air conditioner that was holding the lever in place. Nauseous, I tried to look away but couldn’t. It was blood.

  My eyesight went dim and I put my hand on the wall to steady myself. The blood was leaking out from under the door. It had to be Father’s. Perhaps he had taken the poison right beside the door on purpose, so that when he vomited it would flow outside. The moment of his actual death had occurred out of my sight. His blood, however, seemed to be showing it to me, forcing me to visualize it, as if he knew I’d come to unlock the door sometime and he wanted to twist his suffering and death into my heart through my eyes. His body was lying just on the other side of the door. This was the revolting creature who made up half of my being, whose perverse evil I had been unable to understand even at the very end. For the first time the words echoed in my head, You killed a person. The blood in front of me, more than enough to be fatal, forced me to confront the fact that I had killed a man, my own father. I made someone cough up that much blood, I thought, through my own intent and actions. A sulphurous smell came from behind the door, wormed its way inside me. I tried not to inhale. If I breathed out, though, I had to breathe in the same amount. I flopped down, feeling dizzy. But I kept moving. If I threw up here I’d be leaving evidence behind. His death would end up defeating me as well. With all my strength I dragged the frame away. At that instant, however, I heard a cry from inside and the door burst open.

  Blinded by the light, I collapsed on the spot. But it was just a hallucination. The door remained closed. No, perhaps Father had already slipped past me, as agile as an ill-favored monkey, and was scampering up the stairs, hunched over on spindly legs. I shook off the image and took hold of the air conditioner. It hit the door with a harsh metallic noise. I tried to run, but my lifeless legs stumbled and I ended up half crawling up the stairs with the appliance. I stuck my head out the top, managed to climb up and closed the hatch, barely aware of what I was doing.

  Suddenly it went quiet. I felt like Yoshigaki, the lawyer I’d never met, my father and Kaori were in a circle, staring down at me. I stood up and shifted the broken air conditioner between the stored furniture. Then I sat down again, gazing blankly at the boards of the hatch. With the trapdoor exposed like this, probably no one would ever guess that it had been blocked. I imagined my father coming up the stairs. Climbing the steps, gnawing on a bunch of death caps, slowly lifting the hatch from below. I couldn’t get the image out of my head. I moved on feeble legs, resting my hands against the ancient furniture. It’s over, I said out loud, but I didn’t believe it.

  My vision still blurred, I opened the cellar door and went upstairs. I was too wound up to care about the fact that I was covered in dust. I went to my room and collapsed onto the bed. The voice inside my head repeating, I killed my father. The crimson of his blood flickered before my eyes. I was starving, my throat was burning, I kept pounding on the door, I pulled at it, but it wouldn’t budge no matter what I did. I hit it, I stroked it as though asking for forgiveness. I pressed myself against it and shouted. When I came to my senses I was lying on my bed with my eyes open, staring at the unlit bulb on the ceiling. This was my room. I tried to get up, thinking that I’d slipped into a dream, but I had no strength in my body. The house was silent—everyone seemed to be fast asleep. When I noticed that the room was cold and I was thirsty again, suddenly my father was glaring down at me on the bed. I was falling. I knew that I was in bed, yet I was still falling. I woke up. My shoulders ached and I was soaked in sweat.

  The following morning I couldn’t get out of bed. The next thing I knew, my father was lying right beside me, bent with age, naked, throat parched, desperately trying to lick the sweat off my body. As he licked me, he was begging for more perspiration. I pinched my arms and legs fiercely to wake myself up so I wouldn’t dream any more, but I didn’t have the strength to lift myself out of bed. When the servant came to check on me, I told her I was taking the day off school. Kaori looked in and the woman whispered that I’d probably caught a cold.

  In fact I did have a temperature that day. I felt like the blood that I’d seen had entered my eyes and was circulating throughout my body. And indeed, my father’s genes, his blood, really did exist inside me. The realization that I’d killed a man struck me much more violently than I’d expected, shaking me to the core. I had nightmares, and when I woke I urgently demanded food and drink. Even though I was delirious with fever I stuffed them in my mouth and vomited immediately. It’s revulsion as a living creature, my father had said. It’s the feeling of your body rejecting the fact that you’ve murdered your own species, another human being. Maybe that revulsion was what was making me crave food, and then throw it up when I ate it. I grew thin, extremely thin, and the fever just wouldn’t abate.

  While I was sick in bed, changes were happening on the estate. Three and a half months after my father’s disappearance his oldest son—my brother—turned up. He was middle-aged and had taken over the Kuki Group after Father retired. From time to time his face would appear in the media. With small eyes and a big nose, he bore an uncanny resemblance to my father. He stuck his head in my door for a second, muttered something about not wanting to catch a cold and left immediately. He showed no interest in me whatsoever.

  My brother dealt with the business from the company and secretly asked the police to start a search. Even though Father had already retired, he was still chairman of the Kuki Group, and apparently his disappearance had to be kept from the affiliated companies. My brother made sure that it didn’t leak to the media, just contacting my other siblings through back channels.

  When he went back to Tokyo, my second brother and eldest sister came to take his place. My brother, who Father had called a cancer, didn’t visit my room, but my sister barged in. I was still in bed, but she pestered me with rude questions about what my mother was like. She was more somber than I’d expected, but scruffy and loud. Like my brother, she looked horribly like my father. She had married the president of a realty firm, one of the companies in the Group, and my brother was running another subsidiary, a trading company. My second sister and third brother didn’t come to the estate. There was a rumor that daughter number two was the director of some religious organization, and son number three was overseas. No one seemed to know what he did for a living. While I’d been ill, the housekeeper Tanabe, who had been there since time immemorial, returned. I felt uneasy, but I had no resources to dwell on it.

  Drifting in and out of my fever, I told myself what I’d known all along. That I’d decided to kill him, that I’d done it to remove a danger to Kaori and myself. He’d said he would never give up his plan of making my life hell and defiling Kaori, at any cost, as long as he was alive. He’d said he couldn’t stop it. Since that was the case, what choice did I have? Faced with such a powerful madman, what else could I have done?

  Even if I’d gone to the police and Kaori had been sent back to the orphanage, Father would have used any means possible to get her away again, because he was surrounded by people who were willing to break the law and take the penalty. Taking the blame was almost a business in itself. There were plenty of people, mainly foreigners trying to provide financial security for their families back home, who would commit crimes for cash. He’d persuade them by promising to hire top lawyers so they’d be out in a few years. The law and punishment meant nothing to my father. What sort of deterrent would work against that mad old man, his blood thickened by alcohol, who carried around poison for his own suicide? The only way to thwart his plans was to lock him up.

  I thought I could live happily ever after. I cared about no one but Kaori, and apart from her everything was worthless. The problem was what she would think of what I’d done. Should I tell her or not? I agoniz
ed over that question. It wasn’t beyond the bounds of possibility that she would say something bizarre, like that was the role she was destined to play in life. Raised as an orphan, Kaori was diffident about happiness, and she seemed to be used to bottling up her feelings. Probably what made her like that was her family that abandoned her, and the society that had created that family. In spite of this, she was always trying to fit in, always adjusting herself to her surroundings.

  During my nightmares I once saw myself from somewhere up above, groaning in my sleep. I wasn’t floating, only my eyes were up there. The door was open and a man and a woman were observing me. After a while she disappeared, leaving only the man, tall, dark as a shadow, just staring at me. I merged with his gaze as though I was being absorbed. I was watching myself dreaming through his eyes. Sensing danger, I tried to get out of bed. That woke me up. The door was closed.

  Two weeks passed and I left my sickbed. My body was weak but I couldn’t stay lying down forever. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. As I stood under the shower I told myself that I was washing everything away.

  I was still apprehensive, however. I tried to shake it off by taking another shower, unsure what this disturbance meant. I was scared of finishing. As I dried myself off, I was terrified. My heart was pounding, fast and uncontrollable. Gripping the washbasin with both hands, I looked at the mirror in front of me.

  There I saw my reflection, painfully thin with bulbous eyes. No doubt about it, traces of my father were visible in my face. Until now I’d thought I had my mother’s eyes, her nose and lips. Only the overall shape of my face resembled his, and there were even times when I doubted whether I was his child. But the face looking back at me today, while it was mine, obviously shared his features, even his aura. Cursed, that was the word that sprang mysteriously to mind. I washed my face, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it didn’t improve.

  While I was laid up in bed, Kaori came and nursed me every day. I remembered that I had caught her stealing glances at my face. Maybe she’d seen him in me too. I tried to convince myself that I’d return to my old self as I regained weight, but I couldn’t help feeling that once Father’s image had revealed itself, like some hidden creature oozing to the surface, it would remain as though it was engraved there. And that’s what happened.