by Fuyumi Ono
Rakujin looked at Youko. "Now, if we supposed that you were a youma, that would simplify things greatly. I have heard of youma being separated from their packs. When they come close to starving, they are the kind of beast that will feed even upon their own kind."
"Youko doesn't look like a youma," Rakushun said, and Rakujin nodded.
"There are youma who can disguise themselves as humans, but not perfectly. And to not be aware of their youma nature themselves--"
Youko smiled thinly. "That doesn't mean it didn't happen."
Rakujin shook his head. "No, you are different. You are no youma. It cannot be."
With that, Rakujin stood up. "You should see the king at once. I am on speaking terms with some officials in the government, but it would be more expeditious for you to go directly to Kankyuu. Visit Gen'ei Palace straightaway and tell them exactly what you told me. You are the key to the whole thing. I'm sure the king will want to see you."
Youko also got to her feet. She bowed deeply. "I thank you very much"
"If you leave right away, you should arrive at the next city by nightfall. Do you have belongings at the inn?"
"No, we've got everything with us."
"In that case, I'll see you to the city gates."
Rakujin walked with them to the gates. "It may not amount to much, but I shall work on a formal petition, as well. "Until they figure out what is going on, you may be detained. But once everything is put in order, I am sure the king will find a way home for you."
Youko looked at Rakujin. "And you?"
"What's that?"
"Do you also wish to petition the king to return to Japan?"
Rakujin smiled wryly. "I do not have the standing that would allow me to see the king. He is not some glad-hander who stoops to rubbing shoulders with run-of-the-mill kaikyaku."
"But … . "
"No. If I pleaded, yes, perhaps he might deign to see me, but it is something I simply am not interested in pursuing."
"No interest at all?"
"I was tired of the times and was happy to come to this new world. I harbor no longings for my old country. By the time I understood that a way might be found to return if I petitioned the king, I had gotten used to living here and had lost any desire to go home."
"I still want to," Youko said to herself, feeling a strong stab of homesickness.
"Take care. I'll pray for your successful audience with the king."
"At the very least, we can talk about Japan on our way to the gates."
"There is no need." Rakujin laughed. "You see, that is the country I ran away from when I tried to start a revolution and failed."
Part VII
7-1
Traveling the highway at a brisk pace, they made it to the next city just as the gates were being secured. The next morning they set off as soon as the gates opened. Youko still could not quite grasp the significance of what this was all about, but from the looks on the faces of both Rakujin and Rakushun, she knew it was serious.
She asked as they walked along, "I wonder if we'll really be able to see the Royal En."
Rakushun quivered his whiskers. "Indeed. I've never had an audience with a king, so I'm hardly in the position to say. I think asking to see the king out of the blue like this is not usually done."
"Yeah, you think?"
"When traveling to Kankyuu, there are also the county and prefectural governments to deal with. We should probably ask for a meeting with the Taiho first and see how that goes."
"Taiho?"
Rakushun nodded, with his forefoot tracing the spelling of the Chinese character in the air. "It's what the king's counselor, or Saiho, is called. A kind of honorary title. Kankyuu is in Sei Province, so the Marquis of Sei is the Taiho."
Youko continued to stare at where Rakushun had written the characters in the air. She said, "That sounds familiar. I've heard that word before."
"No doubt you have."
"No, it was in the other world. A long time ago." She thought about it, when and where she had heard someone say, "Taiho." She said, "Oh, yeah, that's it! That's what they called Keiki."
Rakushun blinked his black eyes in surprise. "Taiho? Keiki?"
"Yeah. He's the guy who brought me here. He gave me this sword." Youko laughed. "He kept going on about how he was my servant and that I was his lord and all. I'm telling you, he had this heavy-duty attitude about him."
"Hold on a minute!" Rakushun frantically put up his hands and even with his tail dragged Youko to a stop. "Keiki, you said? They called Keiki the Taiho?"
"Yeah, I think so. Why, do you guys know each other?"
Rakushun shook his head vigorously. His whiskers fluttered up and down in great agitation. "You are Keiki's Lord … . "
Man, it was so long ago, Youko thought to herself. She reached back through her memories like turning through the pages of a photo album. For a moment she was lost in her thoughts. When she came back to herself and sighed, she saw that Rakushun had taken several steps back and was staring at her. He looked totally freaked out.
"Hey, what's with you?" Youko tilted her head the side, puzzled.
"What's with me?" Rakushun said to himself. He looked up at her. "If your Keiki was addressed as Taiho, then that makes him the Kei Taiho."
"And that is?"
The thunderstruck expression on Rakushun's face was quite extraordinary.
"So Keiki is the Kei Taiho. There something wrong with that?"
Rakushun sat down on the shoulder of the road and motioned for Youko to join him. Youko sat down next to him. For a while he just stared at her.
"So who is this Keiki? What kind of person is he?"
"This is really, really, really serious, Youko."
"I don't get it."
"I'll try to explain it to you. Keep calm and listen."
Youko felt a growing sense of unease. She nodded and gave Rakushun her undivided attention.
"If I had known earlier that you were taking about the Taiho, the remarkable state of affairs we've found ourselves in could have been cleared up a lot earlier. You probably wouldn't have had to suffer so much, either."
"Rakushun, you're not making any sense."
"What I'm telling you is, the Taiho is a royal counselor. The royal counselor. And you say that his name is Keiki. That being the case, then it must be the Kei Taiho. There can be no other explanation."
"Okay. So?"
Rakushun twitched his whiskers. He made as if to reach out with his forehand and touch Youko's shoulder, but thought better of it and held back.
"That means he's not a person. He's not a youma. He's a … kirin."
"A kirin?"
"A kirin. A unicorn. The unicorn is the most exalted of the sacred beasts. He can take on the shape of a human being, but the Taiho is not a human being. He is always a kirin. Keiki is written as the Kirin of Kei. That is not his name, but his title. The kirin of the Eastern Kingdom of Kei, it means."
"Right."
"Kei is on the eastern coast of the Blue Sea. It is situated between En and Kou. It has a temperate climate. It's a good place to live."
"But isn't it in the middle of a civil war?"
Rakushun nodded. "Last year the king died. A new king has not ascended the throne. The king subdues the youma, reins in the supernatural forces, protects the kingdom from disasters. So when there is no king, the country descends into chaos."
"Right."
"If Keiki called you Lord, then you are the Empress of Kei."
"The what?"
"The Empress of the Eastern Kingdom of Kei. The Royal Kei."
Youko was speechless with surprise. She could not find the words to respond.
"You are the chosen ruler of Kei."
"Whoa, whoa, hold on a minute! I'm just an ordinary high school student. Okay, it looks like I'm a taika, but not some big, important person like that!"
"Every king is an ordinary person until he sits upon the throne. Our rulers are not chosen by heredity. To put it in simpl
e terms, it has nothing to do with a person's character or their outward appearance. The king is whomever the kirin chooses."
"But, but, but … . "
Rakushun shook his head. "If you were chosen by Keiki, then you are the Royal Kei. The kirin takes orders from no one in this regard. Only the king does the kirin call Lord."
"This is all so stupid."
"The branch of a tree is bestowed upon the king by Heaven. The three fruits on the branch represent the earth, the kingdom, and the throne. The earth is the census and the registry of public lands. The kingdom is the rule of law. And the throne symbolizes the justice and benevolence of the king, meaning the kirin."
As he spoke, Rakushun glanced down the road toward their destination. "I can now see that you are different from ordinary people, even from ordinary taika. You have entered into the covenant with the kirin of Kei."
"I've done what?"
"I don't know the exact nature of the covenant. But a king is a god, not a person. From the moment you entered into the covenant with the kirin, you were no long a human being."
Youko searched her memories. Her mind lit upon a memory. Allow me. "Yeah, Keiki did say something like: 'Allow me.' That's it. Then he did something weird and I got this really strange feeling inside."
Thoughts raced through her head. That feeling. And right afterwards, the window exploding, the shards of glass flying around the vice-principal's office. Everybody was injured except for her, and not a scratch on her.
"Something weird?"
"He knelt before me, bowed … touched his forehead to my feet."
"That was it, then," Rakushun declared. "Kirin are dignified and aloof. They obey no one but the king, bend a knee to no one but the king.
"But … . "
"I am not the one to fill you in on the details. You should be asking the Royal En instead. I am nothing but a lowly hanjuu. I do not know anything about the Kingdom of Heaven."
There was a hardness in his voice. He looked up at Youko. His whiskers wavered and drooped. "You are so far away from me, Youko."
"I'm … . "
"If it is true, then I should not be the one telling you this. Youko, I should not even address you by your first name." He got to his feet. "If we assume it is true, the faster we see the Royal En the better. Rather than heading to Kankyuu, it would be quicker if we reported in at the nearest municipal office. These are matters of the gravest importance."
He was standing with his back to her. He turned to face her. "It has been a long journey and I know you must be tired. But rather than Kankyuu, I suggest we ask for asylum at one of the local government offices. Until we have received the official sanction of the Royal En, we should sojourn at a local inn, if you please."
He bowed low to the ground. It was a pitiful sight.
Youko said, "I am who I am."
"That is indeed the truth."
"I … . " Her voice trembled with rage. "I am who I've always been, nothing more! Not once have I ever been anything other than myself. Call me king or kaikyaku, that has nothing to do with me! Rakushun, you're the one I've come all this way with."
Rakushun continued to hang his head, showing his sad, rounded back.
"So what's different? Nothing's changed! I thought I was your friend. If becoming a king is going to change that, then I don't want any part of it!"
There was no answer from her small companion.
"Well, that's discrimination, pure and simple. You didn't discriminate against me because I was a kaikyaku. But now you do because I'm some sort of royalty?"
"Youko … . "
"I'm not the one who's far away. It's your feelings that are. You and I are standing no more than two steps apart."
She reached out with her foot and indicated the distance between them. No further than that, she meant.
Rakushun looked up at Youko. He worried at the fur on his chest with his forefoot, fluttered his silky whiskers.
"Am I wrong, Rakushun?"
"It's three steps for me."
Youko couldn't help grinning.
"Forgive me." Rakushun reached out with his forefoot and touched Youko's hand. "I am sorry."
"It's okay. I'm the one who should be sorry. I got you mixed up in all kinds of weird stuff." She was being pursued. If Rakushun said she was a king then it was probably true. And her being chased probably had something to do with it.
Rakushun's black eyes brimmed with laughter. "I came to En for my own reasons, so it's nothing you need to blame yourself for."
"Oh, I've caused you no end of trouble."
"No trouble at all. If I thought you were trouble, I wouldn't have stuck with you from the start. If it was so disagreeable, I would have gone home."
"You even got injured on my account."
"I knew there would be difficulties, I knew there would be dangers. But I figured sticking with you would be worth it, so I stuck with you."
"You are a good person, Rakushun."
"I suppose. But I think I'm much better off heading into danger with you than playing it safe without you."
"Oh, c'mon. You didn't think things would get this chancy, did you?"
"In any case, my expectations were a bit uninformed. But that's my fault, not yours."
Youko couldn't think of a way to respond, could only nod. Holding his small hand, feelings of guilt and regret welled up inside her.
Rakushun had likely committed a crime by giving shelter to a kaikyaku. The youma pursuing her may well have attacked Rakushun's home after she left. He had said to his mother when they left, "You're tough as nails, Mom. I'm sure you'll be okay on your own." There was no escaping the implication in his reassurances that her attackers or some other calamity might soon be visited upon her.
Youko pulled him to her and clasped the soft, furry body against her own. She ignored Rakushun's odd cries of protest and buried her head in the charcoal gray fur. It was as gentle and comforting as she imagined.
"I'm really am sorry for messing up your life like this. And really grateful."
"Youko."
She released the flustered Rakushun. "Sorry. I was a little overcome there."
"It's all right." Rakushun awkwardly combed his ruffled fur back into place. "But it'd be better if you acted with a bit more restraint."
"Eh?"
Rakushun's whiskers drooped. "It looks like we need to study you up a bit more about this world. You think?"
He spoke in a concerned tone of voice. With no real idea what he was referring to, Youko could only nod and say, "Yeah, sure."
7-2
They stopped at the next city and got a room at an inn. As soon as Rakushun finished writing the letter, they rushed over to the municipal building.
If the letter was received, Rakushun said, a reply would be sent to the inn. Youko still was not convinced of the gravity of the situation, to say nothing of the complete lack of any feeling that there was anything "royal" about her. But she did not venture to stop Rakushun from doing what he was doing, and did as he asked with all due diligence.
"How long do you think it will take?"
"Hard to say. I've described our circumstances and requested an audience with the Saiho, but I have no idea how long it will take to get into his possession. At this point, we're dealing with something I have no experience with."
"Can't we go grab a bureaucrat and do a lot of begging and pleading?"
Rakushun laughed. "Do something like that and they'll throw us out on our butts."
"And what if they ignore us?"
"We'll keep on calling until they pay attention. This letter I'm sending gets straight to the point."
"Do you really think they'll go to the bother?"
"I don't know of any other way."
"This is all a pain in the ass."
"We're talking about the real important big shots, here. It's their way or the highway."
"Huh."
Finding herself in the eye of a hurricane certainly gave her a different v
iew of things.
After leaving the municipal building--it was the local county ward building--instead of returning to the inn, Rakushun started off for the plaza. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see. I think you will find it quite interesting."
The municipal building was located in the heart of the city. It faced the town plaza. Rakushun headed across the plaza. Youko tagged along behind him, scratching her head in confusion. Rakushun went to the front entrance of a white building. The alabaster stone walls were adorned with gold and richly-colored bas-relief engravings. The roof tile was a gorgeous blue enamel. The name of the city was Youshou. On the gates to the building was hung a framed sign that read "Youshou Shrine." All the cities they had visited so far had such a shrine. It was the central civic institution.
"Here?"
"Here is it."
"A shrine, it says. For worshiping God? The Tentei?"
"Once you see, you'll understand."
Rakushun gave her a reassuring smile. They went inside. Inside the gates were a pair of guards. "Just observing," Rakushun said. They were asked for and presented their identification papers.
Through the gate was a narrow garden, and further on toward the heart of the shrine, a big building. The handiwork of the doors was exceedingly fine. A large, square window graced the facade of a rotunda-like hall that reached deeply into the building. Through the window a courtyard was visible.
What looked liked an altar completely encircled the window. Flowers and candles and offerings were piled upon the altar. At the altar, four or five men and women faced the window, fervently praying.
They must be praying to something in the middle of the altar. But all that was there was the window. Was it something you could see from the window? From the windows you could see the courtyard, and in the center of the courtyard, a single tree.
"That is … . "
Rakushun reverently faced the altar and clasped his hands together. Then he took Youko by the hand. To the left and right of the walls against which the altar was situated were two wide corridors that lead deeper into the interior. From the corridor she could see the courtyard grounds covered with white pebbles. And what she saw in the midst of the courtyard took her breath away.
