Eight Million Gods-eARC (24 page)

Leo growled at the number. “So he’s a well-paid whore.”

The writer in her protested the semantics of the word. “His customers don’t pay him for sex, just his company. He seems to be only sleeping with one of his clients, an American heiress, and he thinks he may be in love with her.”

“Maybe.” Leo laughed bitterly.

She understood Kenichi’s problem. He’d watched his father use his mother, grinding her into nothingness, and he could recognize his father in his own relationships with women. Kenichi wasn’t sure he could be a person who loved without ulterior motives, and he hated that and yet seemed helpless to stop his manipulations of his clients. Then again, it was hard to be strong when the reward for being weak was so rich.

She tried to filter through everything she knew about the man, to determine what might be important and what was needless personal clutter. Kenichi’s first scene had revolved around the daily routine of the club, leaving Nikki confused as to how the man would ever work into the rest of the story. He lived vampire hours, doing something looked down upon by most of the population.

“The third scene I wrote for him was set a week later. He’s back at the club for the first time. Everyone has assumed that he spent the time taking care of his father’s funeral. He’d actually taken the stranger to Kyushu via the
Shikansen
.”

“What did they do there?”

“Spend money. At least that’s all Kenichi was thinking about. They’d burned through nearly two million yen during the week. Running the numbers, he was going to be in massive debt by the end of the month.”

“Did the
kami
return to Osaka with my father?”

“I believe so. Kenichi has a studio apartment not far from the club. He normally rides a bicycle back and forth to work.”

The fact that the ultra cool host rode a bike had tickled her to no end. It made him seem even more boylike, but in reality bicycles were so common i Japan that it was like saying he walked to work.

“It’s a nice apartment. It’s all sleek and modern, with a wall of glass that looks down on the lights of Dontonbori. The thing is: it’s way too small to share. Part of the expenses that Kenichi was calculating included multiple hotel rooms in Osaka. It was in the neighborhood of two hundred thousand yen a night, counting room service.”

“Multiple rooms every night?”

Nikki nodded. “I’m not sure who the
kami
recruited in Kyushu, but Kenichi was going to go broke housing them all.”

“It would explain why my father is still alive.”

“What do you mean?”

“He couldn’t survive six weeks of being sole host. The
kami
has found someone else to reside in. Share the load.”

“Kenichi?”

“No. He sounds like a minor Talent. People like him can sense the god, but they’re not open enough that they can be easily possessed.”

They reached the end of the road and started through the torn earth of the construction site. The bulldozers had dug a deep trench in their path while they’d been hiking up the hillside to the shrine. She stopped to eye the long trench blocking their way. With the slick mud, she wasn’t sure she could cross it safely.

Leo jumped down into the trench, reached up, caught her by the waist, and lifted her across. She muffled a squeak of surprise at his kindness. She found herself looking down into his face. He really was quite handsome with his thick black mane and bold expressive eyebrows over his dark eyes. Her heart did a strange flutter in her chest, and she felt a blush start at her collar as she realized that she was staring at him.

He set her carefully on the other side of the trench and then leaped up and out with catlike grace.

What were they talking about? Kenichi. The
kami.
Sharing the load.

“Oh. Oh!”

“What is it?”

“Kenichi’s last scene. The
kami
told him to call all the women on his client list and had them come to his apartment one by one. He wasn’t sure what the
kami
had planned, so he picked a client he actively disliked and invited her as a guinea pig. Her name was Hitomi.”

“Was?”

Nikki realized that “was” implied “dead.” “Oh, no, Hitomi’s not dead. I’m just thinking in past tense because this happened three weeks ago. At least, that’s when I wrote it—I’m not sure when it really happened. The sad thing was that Hitomi was all excited because she thought it meant that Kenichi was really in love with her. She was pissed off that there was this
gaijin
at the apartment. The
kami
circled Hitomi—eyeing her like she was a piece of meat—and then told Kenichi that she was useless, to send her away and call the next woman on his list.”

Leo growled. “Sensitives are drawn to Talents. Someone like Kenichi in a host club would be like dangling out bait. The
kami
must be hoping that some of his clients are strong Sensitives.”

“She’ll be able to take them the way she took your father?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, that’s bad. Kenichi is worried about the girl he thinks he loves, the American heiress. He thinks of her as special, like no one else, that when she looks at him, she knows the real him, no matter how much he lies. He’s sure that she’s the one the
Kami
is looking for.”

“Then probably he’s right.”

“He’s been trying to protect her by putting her at the end of the list.”

Leo growled softly. “Then he does not truly love this girl.”

“He believes that he does, since he was afraid for her. If he didn’t love her, he wouldn’t care what the god did with her.”

“If he loved her, he wouldn’t put her in danger’s way. He would leave her off his list. He’d call her and break up with her and never see her again.”

It didn’t surprise her that Leo would do anything to protect someone he loved, even give them up. She had sensed that of him as she’d written his scenes. Despite the hardship of his childhood, Leo had grown into a strong man. Hidden under all the expensive clothes and brave swagger, Kenichi was still a fearful little boy. “When you’re taught nothing but fear, it’s hard to have courage. I don’t know if I would have the courage to stand against an angry god.”

Leo gave her a bleak look and then turned away. “You wouldn’t have any choice. You’re too strong a Talent to stand against this god. Kenichi, though, is only letting fear rule him.”

She knew that Leo was right. Part of her, though, wanted to protest because she’d been inside Kenichi’s head and known how twisted his childhood had made him. She could sympathize; her mother had done a prime number on her too.

“I cannot take you with me when I hunt this creature. If it is within Simon and I managed to subdue my father, it could jump freely to you.”

“And I could not protect you either,” Atsumori murmured.

Nikki shivered. “Been there, done that, not doing it again. You should know that Kenichi’s nightclub is owned by the
yakuza.
I haven’t done a lot of research into the
yakuza
yet, so I’m not totally clear on how the gangs work. I get the impression that the owner was a low-level boss. He had a dozen guys that worked with him. They come and go at the club, keeping an eye on things, because there’s lots of competition between the clubs. Harada’s first kill was the owner. He got rid of the body quietly, and, in the next scene with Kenichi, there was someone pretending to be the man. I think a
tanuki
took his place.”

Leo growled softly. “This gets worse and worse.”

20

Soba Noodle

They stopped at a little hole-in-the-wall
soba
noodle shop that looked a hundred years old. The table was a large square of rough planks wrapping an elevated fire pit. Nikki wasn’t sure if she was relived or disappointed that there was no fire going so early on a summer day. There didn’t seem to be any chimney overhead, just a vaulted ceiling of rough beams and wooden planks. The menu was on wooden plaques tacked on the wall. Considering there was a McDonald’s next door, Nikki was surprised that Leo had chosen the ancient noodle shop.

His choice became less mysterious after he ordered the food; he went outside to do secret agent stuff with his phone to get Kenichi’s place of employment and his home address. She opened up her laptop and quickly connected to the McDonald’s Wi-Fi. She hadn’t wanted to use the hotel’s Internet since it might have given her location away, but they were leaving Izushi after they ate.

She logged onto her ultra-secret forum. The log-in information was only linked to an e-mail account that had no data trail back to her. For this account alone, she was Mango Nana.

The first message was from Miriam as SexyNinja on Monday. “Who has the ball?”

“Incoming!” Pixii answered.

“Have fun playing with ball!” ChibiX said from the northern reaches of Hokkaido.

“Will do!” Pixii replied but posted an unhappy face on Tuesday. “Does someone else have the ball?”

Miriam posted minutes later with, “OMG, you don’t have it? Scary-ass male came looking for the ball!”

“Not me!” Jaynaynay said.

“Me neither,” Cloud said.

Nikki winced. She hated this sneaking around. “Bounce. Bounce,” she typed in. They deserved more information, but she didn’t know how closely anyone was tracking her movements. They’d know at least that she was mobile and checking in.

Almost immediately, Pixii posted “Bounce!” in reply.

And on the heels of that, Miriam posted, “Guard Dog sighted at Narita.”

Nikki’s breath turned solid in her chest as she stared at the words.

Her mother was in Japan? Oh God. Oh God. Her life had gone completely, impossibly insane, and her mother was here to witness it all? Nikki checked the news. Sure enough, there was a CNN sound bite of her mother visiting with an official-sounding cover story to make it seem like she wasn’t here to hunt down her mad daughter.

What the hell was she going to do? Her mother would be looking for her in Osaka; she couldn’t go back there. She didn’t know anyone but Miriam, and her mother would have people watching Miriam’s place. Tokyo might be a city of twelve million people, but the idea of being that close to her mother was threatening to trigger a panic attack.

Rather than sit and scare herself, Nikki logged off, shut down her laptop, and focused on breathing again. As if he’d been watching her, the elderly chef appeared with two heavily laden trays of food. He wore a blue
happi
with an apron and a little dark blue cap. He looked at Leo’s empty chair askance as he put the trays down.

Nikki struggled not to blurt out “My mother is in Japan!” and mimed talking on a cell phone. What was the word for telephone? “Denwa.”

“You eat.” The man pointed at the five small dishes of
soba
noodles he had just placed in front of Nikki, along with dishes of mystery sauces and possibly soft-boiled egg in a shell. Nikki had been discovering that Japanese had a certain love of raw eggs and total disregard of possible salmonella. “I bring more noodle.”

“
Arigato gozaimaisu
.” She bowed in her chair in thanks, and he bowed back. Because he continued to hover, most likely to be sure she understood the proper way to eat the noodles, she picked up her chopsticks and one of the little dishes of noodles and dumped them into a dark sauce. “
Itadakimasu!
” Which basically meant, “I receive this food.”

Apparently she guessed correctly—he grinned, and thankfully, went away, as she had exhausted her food Japanese. The spotlight off her, she went limp in her chair.

Her mother was in Japan.

Leo came back into the restaurant and settled beside her as she stared at her tray. She was reaching her breaking point on unknowns. Her mother was closing in on her, and she didn’t even know what she was eating, let alone where the nearest train station was. What was she going to do? Where was she going to go? Was the hell were these odd-smelling condiments?

“What is this?” she whispered, pointing to a white sauce.

“
Daikon. Wasabi
.” Leo named two of the pastes and pointed to the third condiment. “Not a clue, but it’s good.”

She could live with “good.” Velveeta was “good,” and she had no idea what it was either, only that it was a “cheese food” that you didn’t need to refrigerate before opening. It remained the mysterious food of the gods; sinful yumminess that your mother never let you eat.

Oh great, she was losing it. Her fingers started to itch with the need to write. She hadn’t written nearly enough during the day to satisfy the need, and news of her mother’s arrival was rattling her hard. She focused on applying her chopsticks to the slippery noodles.

Apparently the noodles were “all you can eat.” After Leo quickly slurped his way through the first five small dishes, the chef brought out another round.

“Big eater!” The chef grinned at Leo as he sat five more dishes in front of him. He looked at Nikki’s last dish, which she had emptied by adding the noodles into the dark soy-based sauce. His smile faded slightly as she shook her head.

Two men in suits came through the door, triggering a call of “
Irasshaimase
” from the shop owner. Somehow they seemed familiar, even though Nikki was fairly sure she didn’t know either of the men. It filled her with alarm, since the last person she “recognized” had been a
tanuki.
The taller of the two men was non-Asian. Something about his messy dark hair and fashionably scruffy clothing said “French” to her. The other was a slender Japanese man, so clean and neat that he looked like the emperor doll in the traditional Girl’s Day collection.

Leo surged out of his seat, growling in anger. It was deep and snarling as a lion’s snarl, and it raised the hair on her arms to hear it. In a flash of heat, Atsumori flowed into her, readying for a fight. They reached under the table to grip tight the
katana
.

“What are you doing here?” Leo rumbled.

“You’re being a bad monster, Mister Pussycat.” The French man swung around to the other side of the table and pulled out a chair to slump into it. “Not going where you’re supposed to go. Not being where you’re supposed to be.”

Nikki locked down on a gasp of surprise. She did know these men; they were Chevalier and Sato, the cleaners. Somehow meeting Leo wasn’t as nearly as creepy as suddenly being across the table from two of her characters. Perhaps it was because she had been inside Leo’s head, sensing he was a good decent man before he walked out of the darkness. The only thing she knew about these men was that Chevalier liked to taunt “monsters” and Sato was far more dangerous than Leo.