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Mecchen House - Chapter 3Chapter 3 Joining Mecchen House
It was a huge hypothetical to consider. What if we made it back home and wed been missing for all those months? At the very least, our rent wouldve gone unpaid. Surely our families would have given us up for dead. I could just imagine it now. Trio of young men last seen going for a walk.
Katsumi leaned over to whisper in Sumis ear. Sumi stood like a marble statue, then curled at Katsumi like a tiger, struck, You wouldnt dare!
Ill do whatever I must. Its your choice as to which. She looked rather solemn. Did having us here really bother her that much? I had to put the question to her.
Jamie edged back as Katsumi targeted me with her eyes in response. Her sour look could kill a flower.
Katsumi folded her arms and said, Imagine youre trapped in an old building. All the openings are barred. Theres no way out of this place. Then you hear echoing gigg
Mecchen House - Chapter 13-2Chapter 13 – The Dreams of Mecchen House - Cont.
I slipped into what now seemed to be my room and closed the door behind me. Just one futon remained. Most of the boxes were cleared out and the room had a stark, though beautiful, quality. I peeked around and slid open the closets. Once I’d seen all the spaces I could, I plopped on the futon and looked up at the ceiling. With all the items cleared out, it reminded me of my apartment room when I first started renting. I even considered decorating it like this back then but it turned out tatami violated the lease agreement.
I sat and stared at the ceiling for a little while. It was good to have a quiet moment alone to just relax. I didn’t hear any signs of Katsumi in the room over. I did hear Mami moving around the hall. I gave a little yawn. The floor didn’t feel bad to lay on, especially with the futon. I would’ve preferred my own bed but, considering it was stuck in a separate universe, this w
Mecchen House - Chapter 14Chapter 14 – The Hopes of Mecchen House
Ms. Ishida was the first to rush into the room. I tried to get out an apology for the glass, but she had me in her arms before I could say anything. Miki came next, assessed the situation, and went looking for a dust broom.
Ms. Ishida took a couple of first-aid items out of the closet in the corner of the room, led me over to Katsumi’s room, and sat me in a chair. Katsumi was sitting on her bed and didn’t offer anything in way of protest. Ms. Ishida kept hugging me until it felt like she’d squeezed all the tears out.
When they were gone, the embarrassment set in. Ms. Ishida wouldn’t let me apologize though. She just said, “Sit. Collect yourself. Don’t worry about it. I will take care of it.”
She gave me a little kiss on the cheek.
I tried a few breaths then finally said, “Umm…good morning.”
She smiled and said, “Good morning to you.”
I felt a little less
Mecchen House - Chapter 11Chapter 11 – Secrets at Mecchen House
Part of me still doubted the idea as soon as I’d said that. Katsumi had all but assumed that was the case. We sat down on the couch and looked at the recipe a few more times. I picked up a cup of tea and sipped it lightly. We couldn’t find anything else useful.
Ms. Ishida clutched her hands together. “Who do you think could be responsible?”
I wet my lips with the tea. I gave a small, cute cough. I didn’t actually feel like I was talking through helium. That implied something was changing my voice. This was my voice. It still didn’t quite feel like mine though. I wondered if I’d get used to it. Jamie didn’t seem too upset about it after belting out a song.
However, our voices had been changing subtly all the time we’d been here. I had to wonder though why none of us had the urge to leave earlier. To any normal group of guys it would’ve been a no-brainer, you leave and fi
Mecchen House - Chapter 12Chapter 12 – Truths and Lies at Mecchen House
I noticed another wave of wind this time, but I immediately knew the source. Nathan darted with all speed to Ami’s side. Even I couldn’t match that.
I did follow closely behind him. Nathan lifted her into his arms. He held her with the care a mother holds her child. He had a little trouble holding her, but Miki helped.
Ms. Ishida came from the stairs, gingerly lugging a futon across the floor. It was meant to be Nathan’s, if he stayed on the first floor. Nathan used it to make sure Ami was comfortable. She was still unconscious. Katsumi went to go get a moist pad to put on Ami’s head. Ms. Ishida brought some smelling salts and water.
My head was a storm of bewildering, unreconciled conflicts and questions. Ami’s state of being took precedence over all the rest, but in the back of my mind I wondered if Katsumi was serious about what she’d said about Nina. I figured Katsumi knew more abo
Mecchen House - Chapter 13-1Chapter 13 The Dreams of Mecchen House
Perhaps I ran a little too fast. I could feel my pants slipping, despite the best efforts of the safety pin. I tried to stop even faster. I saw Miki with her arms behind her head. Then everything started tilting to the right. I slid across the floor, and my pants stayed behind. Hitting the floor hurt a lot more without a Katsumi to break my fall.
My glasses were fuzzy and tipped to one side in front of me. I slipped them back on and tried to regain my composure. I saw two of the girls standing over me. Nathan was there too. Miki asked if I was okay. Nothing seemed to be hurting. Miki and Nathan each offered a hand, and I was able to get to my feet. I was down to my underwear but glad Katsumi wasnt around to sneer about my pants falling off again.
I dusted myself off and looked at the pants on the floor. Nana picked them up and held them. She looked down. I covered my front with my hands. I turned to Ms. Ishida. She had h
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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