The Lotus War - Kinslayer Part 20

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BECAUSE SHE KNOWS A PART OF HIM YOU NEVER WILL. BECAUSE YOU FEAR HE WILL SEE IN HER A KINs.h.i.+P HE CANNOT SEE IN YOU.

She pouted amidst her snug kingdom of fur and feathers.

I thought you said you didn't understand human relations.h.i.+ps.

DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE WHY. THE WHY NOT IS MUCH EASIER.

I don't know what to do.



NO, YOU ARE SIMPLY FRIGHTENED OF WHAT DOING IT WILL MEAN. HE IS NOT HIRO. HE LOVES YOU.

I know that.

AND YOU HIM?.

A part of me must. To feel this way. When I think of him and Ayane alone together, I want to choke something.

AH, YOUNG ROMANCE ...

As the sun sank toward the world's edge, she surveyed the storm looming on the northern horizon. Lightning arced across the clouds and Buruu turned to watch, melancholy staining his mind a somber blue. She reached out to touch it, still unsure of the Kenning's strength, and as she smoothed it away, she recognized it for what it was.

You're homesick.

THE TEMPEST REMINDS ME. ALWAYS.

Of the Everstorm?

WHERE THE GREAT SEA DRAGONS SLUMBER. WHERE RAIJIN AND SUSANO- SING LULLABIES TO STILL THEIR HUNGER, FROM NOW UNTIL WORLD'S ENDING.

Are there many of you there? Aras.h.i.+tora?

A FEW SCATTERED PACKS. THE LAST OF MY KIND. WE ARE SLOW TO BREED. JEALOUS. PRIMITIVE. LIKE YOU IN MANY WAYS.

The question rose unbidden in her thoughts.

You never really explained why you came to s.h.i.+ma, you know. You said you were curious, but I'm sure there was more to it than that.

Buruu?

GUILD.

Her senses sharpened at the word, feeling his hackles rise in sharp peaks. Staring toward the horizon, squinting in the growing gloom, ears straining for the sound of engines.

I see nothing ...

USE MY EYES.

She slipped into the warmth behind his pupils, saw the world as he did, flaring too bright for an agonizing moment as she wrestled for control. She could feel her nose bleeding, slick on her lips, narrowing her eyes as if staring at the sun. The details were picked out in brilliant relief; the shapes of the clouds, of every curling wave and foaming breaker. And to the north, she spotted a shadow, tiny as an infant lotusfly, stark black against iron-gray. The unmistakable snub-nosed silhouette of a Guild sky-s.h.i.+p.

What the h.e.l.ls are they doing all the way out there?

WAR.

Gaijin lands are east, not north. If they're a wars.h.i.+p, they're way off course.

WE COULD ASK THEM?.

Yukiko looked toward the northernmost tip of Seidai, then back toward the tiny silhouette. She knew they should be flying back to the Kage. They had to plan the strike on Hiro's wedding, Lady Aisha's rescue. But if they let the Guild s.h.i.+p go, the opportunity might never arise to find out what they were up to again. And she had promised to deal harshly with the next s.h.i.+p they sent northward.

She gripped Yofun's hilt, remembering Daichi's words. Remembering the endless miles of deadlands they'd flown over during their visits to the clan capitals, the Guild's stain seeping through every province. The rusted pipelines. The blacklung beggars. The Burning Stones.

Whatever the Guildsmen were doing, she'd bet her life it was no good.

All right.

She nodded.

Let's follow and see what we can see.

Mechanical marvels they might be, but in the end, sky-s.h.i.+ps suffered most limitations of their sea-bound cousins. The truth is, any dirigible is at the mercy of the Wind G.o.d Fjin, no matter how powerful her engines. Heading directly into a gale consumes enormous amounts of fuel, and as the charred remains of three Guild ironclads and the Thunder Child before them could attest, the hydrogen in a sky-s.h.i.+p's gut is highly flammable. Which is why, when Yukiko realized the Guild s.h.i.+p was not only flying directly into the wind, but also headed straight for a lightning storm, she knew the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds were up to something on the south side of righteous.

They'd been flying for almost a day, and Buruu was showing signs of fatigue. He caught sleep in fits and starts, gliding high on ocean-born thermals, drifting in a kind of sleepwalker state. Yukiko kept watch while he dozed, slowly rebuilding the wall inside her head, but he showed a remarkable ability to remain aloft despite being, for all intents and purposes, fast asleep. Yukiko nibbled on the rice cakes at the bottom of her satchels, sipped water from her last gourd. She watched the horizon, gaze fixed on the s.h.i.+p she could now see with her own eyes.

The Guildsman was headed directly into the storm. Thunder rocked the skies, lightning splitting the horizon in hairline fractures. The distance between them was narrowing; the aras.h.i.+tora cut through headwinds a dirigible couldn't. Yukiko fancied the s.h.i.+p wasn't an ironclad-it looked too small to be a wars.h.i.+p, and moved faster than a gunboat should.

Scout, maybe? But what are they scouting for out here?

PERHAPS THE PILOT IS JUST VERY DEPRESSED.

The gale grew stronger as day descended into night, the storm reaching out to them with eager hands, adrenaline coursing through Buruu's veins. The thunder was a rumbling hymn in his ears, and each lightning strike birthed a tiny blue-white thrill of delight in his belly.

Could they be headed to the Everstorm?

WRONG COURSE FOR SUICIDE OF THAT FLAVOR.

Then where are they going?

THERE ARE ISLANDS NORTH OF HERE. BLACK GLa.s.s. RAZOR ISLES, WE CALL THEM. BUT NO MONKEY-CHILD BOAT COULD SURVIVE THERE.

Well, I'm running out of food. And the wedding is drawing nearer every hour we use up here. It seems a G.o.dsd.a.m.ned waste to turn back now, though. What do you think?

Buruu?

A long, whining growl rumbled in his chest, adrenaline kicking along his veins, pupils dilating. A feeble mote of scent hung on the air; a half-remembered sliver stirring something primal inside. For a second, Yukiko was overcome; Buruu losing all control and flaring bright inside her splitting head, an impulse traveling down the Kenning and filling their mouths with saliva, making their hearts beat faster, breath come quicker. b.u.t.terflies in their stomach, face and neck flus.h.i.+ng with heat, thigh muscles quivering. They dug her fingers into his fur, felt every strand across their palms, gooseb.u.mps thrilling their skin.

With a gasp of effort, she pulled away, drew back from his mind and slammed hers shut, pawing at the blood dripping from her nose. She realized he'd put on a burst of speed, muscles taut, talons curled into fists. She could feel his heart pounding, taste the lingering rush in her veins. Recognizing the sensation from her nights in Hiro's arms, the antic.i.p.ation of that moment each evening when their lips would first touch after a day of longing, feeling the warmth spread from her stomach down between her thighs. The way Kin had made her feel in the graveyard, her body pressed against him, breathing him in like oxygen and fire.

It was l.u.s.t.

No, something worse.

Something further from desire and closer to madness.

Buruu?

She reached into the Kenning, trying to expose only the smallest sliver of her psyche, as if opening a door just the tiniest of cracks. His heat burned brighter than the sun. The headache lurched about her skull, a stumble-drunk thing of avalanches and metal clubs, and she closed her eyes against it, holding her hand before her face as if s.h.i.+elding it from a bonfire.

Buruu? Can you hear me?

His only response was to fly faster. The rivets and bolts in his wing a.s.sembly groaned in protest, and he climbed higher, out of the wind snarling at the ocean's face, up into smoother skies. Bearing north like a compa.s.s point, blood pounding, thudding, thrumming, focused on the faint fragments of scent now filling his mind, hooks in his skin, drowning out her voice and leaving nothing but the thunderous pulse at his temples.

Buruu, stop. Where are you going?

NORTH.

She reeled upon his back, almost falling, digging fingernails into his neck. So impossibly loud. So awfully bright. The pressure and heat turning her skull to gla.s.s and kicking at the insides with iron-shod boots.

She twisted to look behind them. Shabis.h.i.+ Island and the monastery were nowhere to be seen. Nothing but blood-dark ocean now, as the sun's last light guttered and died. Howling wind all around, the break and hiss of vast seas below, and fear raised its cold, smooth head in her belly, spread fingers through her insides. Throwing her arms around Buruu's neck, she pressed her face into his warmth. Tasting the echo of his thoughts, the intoxication filling his veins, like a junksick lotusfiend in a burning valley of smoke. And there, amidst his heartbeat's pounding song, the blood-drunk rush of desire, she caught a hint of it. The thing that spurred him on, robbed him of all reason, reduced him once more to the beast she'd met in the shadows of the Iis.h.i.+, prowling from the darkness, smeared with oni blood.

Somewhere north, a trace hanging on the wind, knotting itself amongst his feathers and dragging him onward, like lightning toward a spire of copper.

It was a female.

A female in heat.

PART 2.

TEMPEST.

Yet pitiless Death, Claimed Izanagi's pale bride, as night claims frail day.

And in Yomi's depths, pure love turned to darkest hate, her thoughts to revenge.

The Maker G.o.d failed, night swallowing all his hopes, his bride left behind.

Black kiss on his lips, Izanagi put to law, The Rites of the Dead.

-from the Book of Ten Thousand Days.

15.

THE HOUR OF THE PHOENIX.

Father was just another word for failure.

Slumped at the table with a bottle in his hand, shrouded in old sweat and liquor. Medals on the wall behind, bright ribbons and tarnished bronze, engraved with kanji like VALOR and SACRIFICE. Empty eyes in a bloated, sunburned face, a spit-slick sheen on the whiskers at his chin. An ugly stump where his hand used to be, forearm mangled, s.h.i.+ning skin. Hair like a scarecrow in a crowless field, shoulders buckled under the weight of regret. Knuckles scabbed from their mother's teeth. The land outside running to ruin while he drank himself stupid and blamed the weather, the blood in his veins, the G.o.ds, the war. But never himself.

Never himself.

"Where've you been, Yos.h.i.+?" he growls.

The boy is drenched in sweat, pollen fogging his goggles, skin blistered from his day in the sun. He hasn't even had time to wash his face, drink a mouthful of water, and already it's begun.

"Where do you think?" He holds up his hands, black dirt under broken fingernails.

"And now you're off to town, eh?" his father slurs. "Prancing about with your pretty little friends? You think I don't know what you do? Who you do it with?"

"Who and what I do is my business."

"You act like lowborn trash, that's all people are ever going to see."

"You'd know, right Da?"

"I made something of myself, you little b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I was a soldier. A hero. Lowborn or not." He waves at the medals on the walls. "I proved to those Kitsune b.a.s.t.a.r.ds it doesn't matter what blood flows inside a man. It's the heart that beats in his chest."

"G.o.ds, spare me..."

"You're old enough now," he spits. "Time to grow up. Be a man. Be a soldier."

"Tell me more, Da. Tell me all about the man I'm supposed to be."

"Watch your mouth." He sways upright, the first unsteady steps of a familiar dance routine. "You act like a woman, I'll treat you like one."

Yos.h.i.+'s mother is in the kitchen, head down, bright blue eyes squeezed shut. Hana comes in from the fields, clad in threadbare cotton and lotus pollen. She pulls her goggles down around her throat and glances back and forth between her father and brother. The boy sees the look on her face. The fear. Her eyes are bright with it, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with the terror that darkens her every day. Twelve-year-old girls weren't supposed to have eyes like that.

"Have another drink, war hero," Yos.h.i.+ says. "You look thirsty."

The man stalks toward him. Hana starts pleading to her father, begging. His flower, his baby girl. The only one he loves. Between all the blood and all the years, the only thing father and son have in common. She won't move him a foot, or sway him an inch. But still she tries. She tries every time.

Yos.h.i.+ raises his fists.

He won't win. His father is bigger. Seven shades meaner. But the boy is getting stronger every day. Faster. And his father is getting fatter and slower and drunker. Every day.

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