The Future Is Japanese

by Неизвестный

  “Eat,” said the chief priest.

  At the old man’s urging, Yutaka took the slice in his hand. Although usually eaten with butter and jam back on Yamato, the bread smelled so sweet that he didn’t dare spread anything on it.

  Yutaka brought the bread up to his mouth.

  When he bit off a piece of the soft, chewy bread, the taste of the moist flesh filled his mouth.

  He worked his jaw. It was good. As he chewed, the bread tasted sweet.

  Yutaka began to devour the bread.

  He gulped down the first and second slices in big mouthfuls, he took his time to savor the third slice, and it wasn’t until he stopped for a breath halfway through the fourth slice that he noticed the villagers staring at him. Ainella nodded as Yutaka blushed.

  “Something tells me you like it. Is it good?”

  “Yeah,” answered Yutaka with a mouthful of bread. It was the taste his DNA had been craving.

  “This bread represents the pioneering and expansionist spirit of the Yamato people, while this rice represents the insular and conservative nature of the Kalifs. Is that about right, Yutaka?”

  “Yea—yeah.” Yutaka nodded, acknowledging the unbridgeable rift between the two races.

  “That’s rice you’re eating,” said Ainella, smiling.

  For several seconds, Yutaka continued to chew, and after swallowing, he asked, “What was that?”

  “The bread you’re eating—it’s made of rice. You knead the dough made of rice flour, let it rise, and bake it.”

  “What are you saying? This is bread made from wheat. It tastes like bread—”

  “Made out of rice, I tell you,” said Ainella. “Tastes just like wheat bread when you bake it. They’re both starches, after all.”

  “This is rice …? But how?”

  “I’m afraid your Yamato education has failed you.” Ainella took a bite of the bread and nodded her approval. “The number of copies of the amylase gene or AMY1 differs according to the ethnic group to which you belong, and those with fewer copies of AMY1 are better suited to a meat-based diet than a starch-based one—yep, that’s what the research suggested in the past, and I suppose it’s true, in part. The only problem is that your body doesn’t support that theory at all. We had a look at your genome, Yutaka. You have nine copies of AMY1, which is more than Kalifs possess. Shocking, isn’t it?”

  “You’re lying! Just what evidence—”

  “And while we’re at it,” Ainella interrupted, “you seem to be lacking the gene for the lactase enzyme, which breaks down milk sugars. It’s best you don’t live a nomadic life.”

  Yutaka fell silent. He quickly recalled the time when he had a stomachache and the doctor had scanned his genome with a DNA reader. Since it wasn’t all that difficult to pinpoint a specific gene in the genome, the doctor must have been able to do it with the outdated equipment he had.

  He gritted his teeth. “So what if I’m off by a gene or two! Our ethnic identity and culture are closely linked to history. There’s no denying it!” Yutaka shouted defiantly.

  “Actually they aren’t linked at all. In fact, everything here was borrowed from Yamato culture two hundred years ago.” Ainella spread her arms, indicating everything from the harvest festival to the harvested fields inside the drums to the rice-growing Caucasians of Lakeview. “Before that, we used to live very much in the way the Yamato live now. Now I don’t know how or why this change came about, but I can only imagine a lot happened. You can check it out for yourself if you don’t believe me. You can even access the network outside Kalif and Yamato from this village.”

  “B-but you saw how my body reacted.”

  A smile escaping her lips, Ainella replied, “You have a lot of likes and dislikes. But aside from the milk, you never once felt sick to your stomach, did you?”

  Rendered speechless, Yutaka dropped his shoulders in defeat.

  Seeing this, Ainella crouched down next to the young man and put a hand on his shoulder. “Yutaka.”

  “Let go of me.”

  “I thought you might be able to accept this, Yutaka. It’s ridiculous to decide your fate based on genealogy. I know you can adapt to our way of life, and I wish you would stay. But I won’t lie to you. Just as you can choose to stay, you can find a way out of here. The shuttle will arrive in three days.”

  Yutaka continued to stare down at the straw mat for what seemed like an eternity. Sensing the eyes of the village upon him, he glanced up to find Dewey and the head priest and the young men and women of the village smiling bashfully at him.

  Finally, the Yamato pilot shifted his gaze toward Ainella. “You said you slaughter the livestock in autumn?”

  “Yes, soon,” answered Ainella, her blue eyes narrowing.

  Then Yutaka said a bit brusquely, “I’m not crazy about soy sauce flavoring.”

  1. In a peach grove the House of Second-Hand Carnelian casts half a shadow. This is because half of the house is in the human world, and half of it is in another place. The other place has no name. It is where unhuman things happen. It is where tricksters go when they are tired. A modest screen divides the world. It is the color of plums. There are silver tigers on it, leaping after plum petals. If you stand in the other place, you can see a hundred eyes peering through the silk.

  2. In the human half of the House of Second-Hand Carnelian lives a mustached gentleman calligrapher named Ko. Ko wears a chartreuse robe embroidered with black thread. When Ko stands on the other side of the house he is not Ko, but a long calligraphy brush with badger bristles and a strong cherrywood shaft. When he is a brush his name is Yuu. When he was a child he spent all day hopping from one side of the house to the other. Brush, man. Man, brush.

  3. Ko lives alone. Yuu lives with Hone-Onna, the skeleton woman; Sazae-Onna, the snail woman; a jar full of lightning; and Namazu, a catfish as big as three strong men. When Namazu slaps his tail on the ground, earthquakes tremble, even in the human world. Yuu copied a holy text of Tengu love poetry onto the bones of Hone-Onna. Her white bones are black now with beautiful writing, for Yuu is a very good calligrapher.

  4. Hone-Onna’s skull reads: The moon sulks. I am enfolded by feathers the color of remembering. The talons I seize, seize me.

  5. Ko is also an excellent calligrapher. But he is retired, for when he stands on one side of the House of Second-Hand Carnelian, he has no brush to paint his characters, and when he stands on the other, he has no breath. “The great calligraphers know all writing begins in the body. One breath, one stroke. One breath, one stroke. That is how a book is made. Long black breath by long black breath. Yuu will never be a great calligrapher, even though he is technically accomplished. He has no body to begin his poems.”

  6. Ko cannot leave the House of Second-Hand Carnelian. If he tries, he becomes sick and vomits squid ink until he returns. He grows radish, melon, and watercress, and of course there are the peaches. A river flows by the House of Second-Hand Carnelian. It is called the Nobody River. When it winds around to the other side of the house, it is called the Nothingness River. There are some fish in it. Ko catches them with a peach branch. Namazu belches and fish jump into his mouth. On Namazu’s lower lip Yuu copied a Tanuki elegy.

  7. Namazu’s whiskers read: In deep snow I regret everything. My testicles are heavy with grief. Because of me, the stripes of her tail will never return.

  8. Sazae-Onna lives in a pond in the floor of the kitchen. Her shell is tiered like a cake or a palace, hard and thorned and colored like the inside of an almond, with seams of mother of pearl swirling in spiral patterns over her gnarled surface. She eats the rice that falls from the table when the others sit down to supper. She drinks the steam from the teakettle. When she dreams she dreams of sailors fishing her out of the sea in a net of roses. On the Emperor’s birthday Yuu gives her candy made from Hone-Onna’s marrow. Hone-Onna does not mind. She has plenty to spare. Sazae-Onna takes the candy quietly under her shell with one blue-silver hand. She sucks it for a year.

 
9. When Yuu celebrates the Emperor’s birthday, he does not mean the one in Tokyo. He means the Goldfish-Emperor of the Yokai who lives on a tiny island in the sea, surrounded by his wives and their million children. On his birthday he grants a single wish—among all the unhuman world red lottery tickets appear in every teapot. Yuu has never won.

  10. The Jar of Lightning won once, when it was not a jar, but a Field General in the Storm Army of Susano-no-Mikoto. It had won many medals in its youth by striking the cypress roofs of the royal residences at Kyoto and setting them on fire. The electric breast of the great lightning bolt groaned with lauds. When the red ticket formed in its ice-cloud teapot, with gold characters upon it instead of black, the lightning bolt wished for peace and rest. Susano-no-Mikoto is a harsh master with a harsh and windy whip, and he does not permit honorable retirement. This is how the great lightning bolt became a Jar of Lightning in the House of Second-Hand Carnelian. It took the name of Noble and Serene Electric Master and polishes its jar with static discharge on washing day.

  11. Sazae-Onna rarely shows her body. Under the shell, she is more beautiful than anyone but the moon’s wife. No one is more beautiful than her. Sazae-Onna’s hair is pale, soft pink; her eyes are deep red; her mouth is a lavender blossom. Yuu has only seen her once, when he caught her bathing in the river. All the fish surrounded her in a ring, staring up at her with their fishy eyes. Even the moon looked down at Sazae-Onna that night, though he felt guilty about it afterward and disappeared for three days to purify himself. So profoundly moved was Yuu the calligraphy brush that he begged permission to copy a Kitsune hymn upon the pearl-belly of Sazae-Onna.

  12. The pearl-belly of Sazae-Onna reads: Through nine tails I saw a wintry lake at midnight. Skate-tracks wrote a poem of melancholy on the ice. You stood upon the other shore. For the first time I thought of becoming human.

  13. Ko has no visitors. The human half of the House of Second-Hand Carnelian is well hidden in a deep forest full of black bears just wise enough to resent outsiders and arrange a regular patrol. There is also a Giant Hornet living there, but no one has ever seen it. They only hear the buzz of her wings on cloudy days. The bears, over the years, have developed a primitive but heartfelt Buddhist discipline. Beneath the cinnamon trees they practice the repetition of the Growling Sutra. The religion of the Giant Hornet is unknown.

  14. The bears are unaware of their heritage. Their mother is Hoeru, the Princess of All Bears. She fell in love with a zen monk whose koans buzzed around her head like bees. The Princess of All Bears hid her illegitimate children in the forest around the House of Second-Hand Carnelian, close enough to the plum-colored screen to watch over, but far enough that their souls could never quite wake. It is a sad story. Yuu copied it onto a thousand peach leaves. When the wind blows on his side of the house, you can hear Hoeru weeping.

  15. If Ko were to depart the house, Yuu would vanish forever. If Ko so much as crosses the Nobody River, he receives a pain in his long bones, the bones that are most like the strong birch shaft of a calligraphy brush. If he tries to open the plum-colored screen, he falls at once to sleep and Yuu appears on the other side of the silks having no memory of being Ko. Ko is a lonely man. With his fingernails he writes upon the tatami: Beside the sunlit river I regret that I never married. At tea time, I am grateful for the bears.

  16. The woven grass swallows his words.

  17. Sometimes the bears come to see him and watch him catch fish. They think he is very clumsy at it. They try to teach him the Growling Sutra as a cure for loneliness, but Ko cannot understand them. He fills a trough with weak tea and shares his watercress. They take a little, to be polite.

  18. Yuu has many visitors, though Namazu the catfish has more. Hone-Onna receives a gentleman skeleton at the full moon. They hold seances to contact the living, conducted with a wide slate of volcanic glass, yuzu wine, and a transistor radio brought to the House of Second-Hand Carnelian by a Kirin who had recently eaten a G.I. and spat the radio back up. The Kirin wrapped it up very nicely, though, with curls of green silk ribbon. Hone-Onna and her suitor each contribute a shoulder blade, a thumb bone, and a kneecap. They set the pieces of themselves upon the board in positions according to several arcane considerations only skeletons have the patience to learn. They drink the yuzu wine; it trickles in a green waterfall through their rib cages. Then they turn on the radio.

  19. Yuu thanked the Kirin by copying a Dragon koan onto his long horn. The Kirin’s horn reads: What was the form of the Buddha when he came among the Dragons?

  19. Once, Datsue-Ba came to visit the House of Second-Hand Carnelian. She arrived on a palanquin of business suits, for Datsue-Ba takes the clothes of the dead when they come to the shores of the Sanzu River in the underworld. She and her husband Keneo live beneath a persimmon tree on the opposite bank. Datsue-Ba takes the clothes of the lost souls after they have swum across, and Keneo hangs them to dry on the branches of their tree. Datsue-Ba knows everything about a dead person the moment she touches their sleeve.

  20. Datsue-Ba brought guest gifts for everyone, even the Jar of Lightning. These are the gifts she gave:

  A parasol painted with orange blossoms for Sazae-Onna so she will not dry out in the sun.

  A black funeral kimono embroidered with black cicada wings for Hone-Onna so that she can attend the festival of the dead in style.

  A copper ring bearing a ruby frog on it for Yuu to wear around the stalk of his brush-body.

  A cypress-wood comb for the Noble and Serene Electric Master to burn up and remember being young.

  Several silver earrings for Namazu to wear upon his lip and feel mighty.

  21. Datsue-Ba also brought a gift for Ko. This is how he acquired his chartreuse robe embroidered with black thread. It once belonged to an unremarkable courtier who played the koto poorly and envied his brother who held a rank one level higher than his own. Datsue-Ba put the chartreuse robe at the place where the Nothingness River becomes the Nobody River. Datsue-Ba is very good at rivers. When Ko found it, he did not know who to thank, so he turned and bowed to the plum-colored screen.

  22. This begs the question of whether Ko knows what goes on in the other half of the House of Second-Hand Carnelian. Sometimes he wakes up at night and thinks he hears singing or whispering. Sometimes when he takes his bath the water seems to gurgle as though a great fish is hiding in it. He conceived suspicions when he tried to leave the peach grove, which contains the house, and suffered in his bones so terribly. For a long time that was all Ko knew.

  23. Namazu runs a club for Guardian Lions every month. They play dice; the stone lions shake them in their mouths and spit them against the peach trees. Namazu roars with laughter and slaps the ground with his tail. Earthquakes rattle the mountains in Hokkaido. Most of the lions cheat because their lives are boring and they crave excitement. Guarding temples does not hold the same thrill as hunting or biting. Auspicious Snow Lion is the best dice player. He comes all the way from Taipei to play and drink and hunt rabbits in the forest. He does not speak Japanese, but he pretends to humbly lose when the others snarl at his winning streaks.

  24. Sometimes they play Go. The lions are terrible at it. Fortuitous Brass Lion likes to eat the black pieces. Namazu laughs at him and waggles his whiskers. Typhoons spin up off the coast of Okinawa.

  25. Everyone on the unhuman side of the House of Second-Hand Carnelian is curious about Ko. Has he ever been in love? Fought in a war? What are his thoughts on astrology? Are there any good scandals in his past? How old is he? Does he have any children? Where did he learn calligraphy? Why is he here? How did he find the house and get stuck there? Was part of him always a brush named Yuu? Using the thousand eyes in the screen, they spy on him but cannot discover the answers to any of these questions.

  26. They have learned the following: Ko is left-handed. Ko likes fish skin better than fish flesh. Ko cheats when he meditates and opens his eyes to see how far the sun has gotten along. Ko has a sweet tooth. When Ko talks to the peach trees an
d the bears, he has an Osaka accent.

  27. The Noble and Serene Electric Master refused to let Yuu copy anything out on its Jar. The Noble and Serene Electric Master does not approve of graffiti. Even when Yuu remembered suddenly an exquisite verse repeated among the Aosaginohi Herons who glow in the night like blue lanterns. The Jar of Lightning snapped its cap and crackled disagreeably. Yuu let it rest; when you share a house you must let your manners go before you to smooth the path through the rooms.

  28. The Heron verse went: Autumn maples turn black in the evening. I turn them red again and caw for you, flying south to Nagoya. The night has no answer for me, but many small fish.

  29. Who stretched the plum-colored screen with silver tigers leaping upon it down the very narrow line separating the halves of the house? For that matter, who built the House of Second-Hand Carnelian? Sazae-Onna knows, but she doesn’t talk to anyone.

  30. Yuki-Onna came to visit the Jar of Lightning. They had been comrades in the army of storms long ago. With every step of her small, quiet feet, snowflakes fell on the peach grove and the Nothingness River froze into intricate patterns of eddies and frost. She wore a white kimono with a silver obi belt, and her long black hair was scented with red bittersweet. Everyone grew very silent, for Yuki-Onna was a Kami and not a playful lion or a hungry Kirin. Yuu trembled. Tiny specks of ink shook from his badger bristles. He longed to write upon the perfect white silk covering her shoulders. Hone-Onna brought tea and black sugar to the Snow-and-Death Kami. Snow fell even inside the house. The Noble and Serene Electric Master left its Jar and circled its blue sparkling jagged body around the waist of Yuki-Onna, who laughed gently. One of the bears on the other side of the peach grove collapsed and coughed his last black blood onto the ice. Yuu noticed that the Snow-and-Death Kami wore a necklace. Its beads were silver teeth, hundreds upon thousands of them, the teeth of all of winter’s dead. Unable to contain himself, Yuu wrote in the frigid air: Snow comes; I have forgotten my own name.