R D |< A O H I R I I I M E O I - V - by Robert Kwong Completed 01 13 2003 "Lady luck always follows 4 aces." Ryouta Kouji "Why does the Three Muskateers really have 4 main characters?" Manami Kasuga Act V Final Memories: The End of the Road? Part Four [Darkness] I entered the shimmering dark and fell into an abyss of void, falling and losing my sense of consciousness. As I waved my arms, it felt like swimming -no rather it was squirming in a womb-like sensation. All rational thought escaped me. My name, my life, my history, my past, eluded me. How I got here did not matter. All I know is that I was here. Was I to be suspended in this nothingless forever? It was then I felt a booming sonic vibrations of varying wavelength. What it was, I couldn't tell at first. Then I realized it was some sort of communication. "Where are you?" "Where am I? I am wondering that myself. Who are you?" "I am the you. You are the me. I didn't understand the response. "What are you wondering?" "What I am doing here and how I can get out. Is this the supernatural world? am I alive or dead?" "More dead than alive you are you may be. Do you want to get out?" "Yes, I do. But how I don't know." "Do you want to know how?" "Yes. Please tell me how." "How do you get out of here?" "I am asking you that. Gawd, I regret even talking to you, whoever you are." "Within your essence, within your spirit you must delve to find the answer." As I blinked, I saw myself hemorrhaged between a surreal and dreamlike state. I was on a beach, overlooking an eerie darkness. There standing before me was a child, barefoot, beckoning me to follow. I had no choice but to walk behind him along the warm touch of the tropical sand. Every footprint imprinted I made mysteriously disappeared behind me, like ripples on the pond. And as I walked, I began to see mysterious images appear and disappear. First was what looked like 3 little kids playing on the beach. Two girls and a boy. then it transitioned to what looked to be a teenage forms. And last, the adult forms. They were looking up at something. As I turned my head to see what they were peering at... "We are here." "Eh! You are the old man! What happened to the young boy?" "Young and old, it is all the same, but in different times. We have reached the end, so my form has changed accordingly." "What's going on? Is this another trick of yours? "Still your inquisitive self. Let me explain. All of this is a compilation of all the memories you captured with your unique powers." "I know of my X-per origin if that's what you're referring to." "Yes, that is but one of your abilities. This area reflects your endowed special ability to "photograph" the soul and memories of those you've interacted with." "I feel we had this conversation before." (chuckles)"You still don't understand yet. You are in no time and no place, constructed with your memories and experience. Using your forms would be the only way to communicate with your reality." "I don't want to be here. I don't know why I'm doing here." "You ask what we seek of you. Only that you made the journey here of your own volition." "I did, but not purposely. It was to help the aliens from the other dimension. I believe my presence there was destablizing their world. I thought the pool I jumped through would send me back. Can you send me back?" "We are you and you are we. You chose to come here and you can choose to leave." "But how?" "What is your biggest regret?" "Where are you now old man? I don't see you?" "What is your biggest regret?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "What is your biggest regret?" "It's irrevelant!" "What is your biggest regret?" That question kept reverberating in my head, getting stonger and stronger with each iteration. Finally, I could take it no longer: "My biggest regret? You want my answer to it? I had a lot of time to think of the answer. So if I tell you, will you stop bothering me? So here it goes. My biggest regret is to say goodbye to the things I once loved." "Is that your understanding?" I started to feel this faint glow of light, growing larger and larger, circling in a spiral. A child, he or she, I couldn't tell flashed out of this spiral and came towards me, The child's hand extended towards mine, carrying a peach. I instinctively grasped the peach, but the child grabbed my hand and whispered: "I return to you what you lost before. You life is now for you to reclaim." I was then swept up in this whirlwind or vortex of some sort. I was swirling violently, and before I knew it, I felt the thick, crashing waves against my body, as I layed there, wedged in the sand, along a beachfront. As I open my eyes again, I looked up and saw the hovering fog above, with the dim pulse of the moonlight piercing through. I was alive again. I was still weak, cold chilling and aches pounding my whole body. Yet none of that matter, for I was alive. Really, really alive. Something I took for granted for so long. As I came to, I felt something wedged inside my hand. I slowly unwrapped my fingers to reveal a minature size, hand-carved laughing Buddha statuette. Thank you, who saved me, whoever you are. But where am I? I then collapsed back to the ground, unconscious. [Back in motel in Las Vegas] Ojiichan: Disappointing. Very, very disappointing. Akane: Why didn't it work? Kazuya: 'Cause you suck! Akane: Why you little...! Kurumi: Cool it you two! Or else I'll have to do a little enforcing! Ojiichan: The visions did not show Madoka's exact position. Manami very sure she felt Madoka's pendant glow very faint. But was interrupted by some other force, breaking our link! Akane: What do we do now? Ojiichan: Wait for next chance. If Kyosuke here, would be better. Feels like he is here now. But silly thoughts for this old man. We go to sleep and return to Los Organelos tomorrow. Kazuya: It's Los Angelous. You're mixing it up with Orange County. Akane: When did you become a geography freak? Kazuya: Gotta have a place to escape to from those tormentous girls back home. Figure here was as good a place as any. Akane: Strange kid. Gonna whack some sense into you later. [In another part of Las Vegas] Shortly after that red Mustang sped away, I was strangely drawn to the nightclub right across the street from the minister place. It looked like any nightclub you would find in any town. I could faintly hear the music emanating from it. And I wondered. Could she be there? Inside playing her soothing, relaxing tunes. On either the piano or the saxaphone? Was I wishing too much? "Son, this isn't a place for a respectable young man such as yourself. Come on inside my church and I'll get you settled up for tommorrow for your meeting. [Early that morning...] Komatsu walking in his 3 piece Armani suit towards Hatta's room. Komatsu: The nerve of that Hatta! Making me wait 15 minutes for him at the hotel resturant. He was never one to miss breakfast all the time I've known him. Smells fishy to me. (As he raps at the door, the door opens ajar to reveal...) Komatsu: Holy smokes! [Outside ministry, Las Vegas] Minister: You wait here son, while I'll go hail a cab for you. I was up bright and early for my appointment with this mystery guest for Aso-san. I casually glanced through that jazz bar window which hadn't opened yet for business. Inside, I espied a red origami paper dragon, sitting on the bar countertop. Upon seeing it, I remembered the time me and Madoka went to this quaint resturant in the little Chinatown in Tokyo. It was before the accident to Mishima Shuujirou. I took her to the same resturant I went to when I was young before my family ever moved to Tokyo. We were having a rough time of it, with the reemergence of Mishima-san, who was Madoka's lost crush. There, we talked for a while to try to air things out. I remember Madoka, on a whim, took the red resturant card and folded it up into a little paper dragon, much like the one in the counter of the jazz bar. "Time to go son! Have a safe trip. Kyosuke: Thank you for your hospitality. I really appreciate it. "Don't sweat it. Even if you're not getting hitched, if you're in the area, be sure to pay me a visit. I could use some of your photography services." Kyosuke: Will do. Bye! [In Chinatown] "Argghhhh." (in cantonese) "You awake?" (back in cantonese) "Yeah. I'm awake." "I knew you were a refugee. Are you from Canton or Hong Kong?" "I do not know." "Your voyage across the Pacific must have dulled your senses. But your accent tells me you're most likely from Hong Kong." "Honey. Don't upset the young man." "Don't mind her. She's my wife." "Don't mind me? I'll tell you who you should be minding." "Aiee ya! Sorry, sorry." "You shut up. Young man, here is some fresh homemade soup. Many hours cooking soup with our special herbs." You need to regain your strength." "Where am I?" "You? In herbal shop in Chinatown. Very small and quiet. Lucky you are to make it to the golden city." "Yes, you are very lucky. Rest of the poor refugees very unlucky." "Did you find me?" "No. Chan bought you in 4 days ago. You on the beach side, lying there he said. We take care of you, he said." "I see. So I was having a dream within a dream." "Young man. You must have a name. Might you tell us?" "My name? Lee. Sid Lee. [At the hotel] Kurumi: Hurry up! We just got back here and need to get to our rooms and change into our costumes. Akane: What's the hurry? It's only for those bozos anyway. Kazuya: Hey, what Komatsu doing, staring blankly with his jaw opened? (They walk over) Kurumi: What's the matter? Komatsu: LOOOOK! (They peer through the crack of Komatsu's hotel room to see...) All of them: Ewwww! They see Tsuni Takamotoishi in bed with Hatta! Hatta: Hey, whose there? (They all storm in!) Komatsu: What the hell are you doing man? Kazuya: Must be doing the nasty! Akane: Kazuya! (covers his eyes with her hands) Kazuya: What am I missing, what am I missing? Kurumi: Ew! Doing nasty things under the cover! Hatta: We sure are! See! (Under the blankets, they reveal a large drawing board where they have been drawing together!) Kurumi: Huh? Akane: You mean to tell me that you guys have been drawing hentai stuff all this time? Hatta: Must be. Is it morning already? Komatsu: What? You've been drawing the whole night? Tsune: The time seem to pass so fast! Kazuya: If you guys haven't noticed, the Anime Expo is due to start in 15 minutes! (Everyone goes off in all directions!) [Off-Road, Las Vegas] Taxi Driver: We're here, bud. Kyosuke: How much? Taxi Driver: It's been covered by the man back there. Kyosuke: Oh, thank you. But is this the right location? Taxi Driver: That's as far as I go. I fancy that's where you'd be going. (points to the a small settlement out in the clearing) As the taxi drives off, we see Kyosuke, trudging slowly towards the building, carrying his two luggage, hand in hand, with the sunrise amid the background. [Back at Anime Expo] Kazuya: So Hatta-bud, you sly dog! What did you two exactly do under the covers? Hatta: Wow, it was so amazing! First it was the traditional missionary and sixty nine position. But doing that got boring after a while. Then I suggested doing the doggie style and on top. She still thought it was tame. Then she showed me positions that I didn't think were imaginable. Akane: You're not going to corrupt my little brother! Hatta: What are you thinking? I'm just talking about all the hentai poses we were drawing. I only thought she was just a regular 3 position hentai drawer but did she prove me wrong. Kazuya: Is that all? What a letdown! Hatta: Ha! Like I told Tsune all the time, artists are always underappreciated. Where's Komatsu anyway? Kurumi: He's coming over right now. Komatsu: We got the costume gig nailed! Look over there. Hatta: I'm looking. So what? Komatsu: You blind? That's the judges panel. Guess whose there? It's Miss Macross girl! [Outside the mystery gates] I finally made my way to what appeared to be a citadel of sorts, with large, 20 foot high gates. It was strange, being the only bulding in the middle of this desert out in the middle of nowhere. There was no address to boot. Seeing no doorbell to ring, I decided to knock. There was no answer. I was wondering to myself whether I had travel halfway across the world, in the scorching hot sun, just to be stuck here interviewing someone who I didn't know. It was then I heard a voice from above. "Hello?" "Hi! I am Kasuga Kyosuke from Japan. I am here for an interview." "Just wait!" I couldn't quite see who was up there, as his face disappeared. I wondered what would happen next. It was then I heard a squeak from the double-door gates and it creaked open to reveal... an open courtyard with a bunch of students dressed in white. This was a karate dojo! A big, burly Caucasian man came up to me and introduced himself. "Hello sir. I'm John. The Master will see you now. He has been expecting you. Let me take your bags for you." [The judging contest] Akane: I'm so nervous! Kazuya: Why should you? You hated this costume the whole time! Akane: Yeah, but now we can win something! You know how I am when it comes to competition. Kazuya: Tell me about it! Like the time you lost that baseball game... Akane: Why you little ...! Kurumi: Cool it guys. We're up next. "...and from Japan, the Yurushite Agerie crew, let's hear it for the Lovely Sailors! " (*hoots and hollers from the crowd*) Komatsu: Hi Miss Macross! Remember us the other night? Hatta: We're still your biggest fans! "I appreciate it but I'm in the middle of judging a contest. I can't engage in idle chit-chat with the contestants." Komatsu: Don't you worry about it Miss Macross babe. We got you covered. No one will bust you here. We have a rep. "You know, I do have a name. Instead of calling me my voice character name, I would appreciate if you used my real name of Mari Iijima." Komatsu: You got it, Macross Madam! (winks his eye) (We see Mari just shake her head and bury it between her arms) Akane: Uh oh. We got trouble. Kurumi; What is it? Kazuya: Yikes! It's those two from the wrestling match! Large Marge and Magnolia! Kurumi: What are they doing here? Akane: Oh no! They saw us! Kazuya: Maybe they won't recognize you two in different costumes. Kurumi: Yo big mamas! Remember us? Akane: Aieee! Kurumi! Don't incite them! Kurumi: I just wanted to be friendly! I remember how much fun we had with them the last time. Kazuya: But that was with our Power! And we can't use our Power! today cause we used it up last night! Kurumi: Oops! I forgot. Announcer: Look what we have here fan-boys! Looks like a tussle is going to happen between the Biker Mamas representing Poison comics and the Lovely Sailor gals. Marge: You dipsticks are here! Good! Magnolia: It's payback time for what you did to us last night! (they rush them!) Akane: What are we going to do? Kauzya: PRAY! Just as they are about to grab them, both the Mamas trip and land flat on their belly, knocked out cold. "Did I do that?" Hatta: Tsuni! You're in costume too! Tsuni: Hiya girls! Didn't want to break up the group. The Lovely Sailors are a team of 3, not two. Akane: You saved us! Kazuya: How did you do that? Tsuni: Sometimes, the high heels is mightier than the sword. (points to the shoes on the carpet at the feet of the Biker Mamas) Announcer: How about that? What a beautifully choreographed stunt by the Yurushite Agerie bunch for the costume contest. It will be hard to top that. Now, we await the final decision by the panel of 3 judges. [Inside the dojo] I was escorted into the inner saunctum of this dojo. In the middle, I saw this middle-aged man, sitting in the lotus position, meditating. "Master, the expected guest is here." "Oi! Bring the guest some tea." "Yes, master." "Please. Sit down. You must have a long trip from Japan." Kyosuke: Hai! Excuse my appearance, but I was sent here by Aso Tamaki to interview a World War II veteran. "Oi. I would be him." Kyosuke: You? You were in the war? "Oi. Please to make your acquaintance." Kyosuke: I was expecting someone older. "Oi! Forgive me if I don't look my age. I have done a few other things in my life. This dojo will be my final act in life to teach the spirit and discipline of shoto-kan karate, as my ancestors intended." Kyosuke: How did you know Aso Tamaki? "Oh? Little Aso-chan? Her mother used to work for me when I dabbled as a director in Osaka. Your Goodwill please! Kysouke: So that's why she's so involved with tv. I'm sorry for asking, but Tamaki-san didn't reveal your name to me. "My name? Oddly, I hardly get to hear it uttered anymore, for everyone in the dojo greets me as 'Master'. Let me think...ah yes. Ozawa-des. Osamu Ozawa. [Back to the contest] Announcer: Alright everyone! The moment you have been waiting for! For Anime Expo '95 costume winners. The third runner up is....the Biker Mamas! They are currently incapacitated and can't claim their reward. The second runner up is....The Yurushite Agerie's Lovely Sailors. Akane: Aww! We just missed it! Komatsu; Who beat us? Announcer: And now the suspense builds...for this year's Anime Expo, 1995, the grand prize winners of the Anime Costume Contest is.... Team Goddess! (announcer rushes up and points to them in the audience) "Us? Are you kidding? That is our normal dress attire." "Must be a bug in your program! We didn't even enter!" "Keichi, what does he mean?" Announcer: Don't be modest! Here are your tiaras! Now you get to have a victory walk as Mari Iijima serenades you with her latest song! Mari Iijima: Omento. La la la song for you. Kazuya: Hey, I know you! You're the one with the hammer at the bike race! How can you win? "You watch it! It's my job to smash bugs like you! Bleah!" Kazuya: I'm a kappaneko, not a freakin insect! "You have to excuse my sister. Don't hate us because we're divine!" Akane: Hey, I know you three ladies! Weren't you on my baseball team? What are you doing here in the United States? "Sorry miss. I bought them here. We were on our way to a motorcycle race." Kazuya: (tugging at Akane) We gotta go! Akane: What now! Kazuya: They're waking up! (pointing to the Biker Mamas!) [A few days later...] Muroke: Where are we now Trebor? Trebor: This area is called Cupertino. One of many parts of Silicon Valley, but certainly the most colorful. Muroke: Why so? Trebor: Why this was the community that Apple built! You know, this area was once a bunch of orchard trees 20 years back. Muroke: How do you know this stuff? Trebor: It's just the history of the personal computer stuff. I'm into that type of stuff. Muroke: Wow. So the Macintosh was born here. Trebor: That's not all. You've heard of Netscape? Muroke: Kind of. You mean that www viewer? I think I used something called Mosaic. Trebor: Yeah. That's the old, university stuff. Netscape is the real thing. I've been trying out all their betas on the unix systems at Berkeley. Cool app. You can click through link after link in a hypertext way. I'm even learning http and writing my own web page. Muroke: I wish I had time for that. I was too busy working on my game. Trebor: The reason I bring them up is that they're going to IPO in August. Muroke: IPO? What's that? Trebor: It means Initial Public Offering. It's when a private company gets listed on one of the stock exchanges. Netscape has been on the scene for a short while, so it is surprising it is IPO'ing so quickly. Could be the start of something. More on that later. There's the Apple logo. Let's go in and check it out. [Chinatown] Even though I had awakened from my deep slumber, I stayed in my captive bed inside this small, quaint herbal shop, still too weak to move about freely. I deeply inhaled and exhaled. This place had all the smells and sounds back in Hong Kong. The many varied foot traffic outside and the grinding of the streetcars. The nearby stench of the garbage from the alley. The chicken and roast duck smell from the nearby food shops. The mothball smell of old clothing. But how did I know that? Perhaps the old couple was right in saying I was suffering from some temporary amnesia. I was found out by the sea, shipwrecked like a refugee. What type of person was I in the mother country? I heard voices in the other room. "Chan! Good to see you again." "Same to you. Is he in there?" "Yes Chan. We took care of him just as you told us to." "Did you tell him anything?" "No, no, no. He know nothing." "What about you grandma?" "He told us his name. Sid Lee. No more." (Chan starts to leave) "Where are you going?" "I'll come back sometime. Look after him until then." [Saratoga, California] Muroke: Where are we now? Trebor: Isn't it obvious? These are gardens designed to mimic those in Japan. This area is the Hakone Gardens. This weekend, they're having a special ceremony. They have it every year in fact. They have some speakers that talk about the tradition of gardens and afterwards, they have a tea ceremony. Oh, and they even have bonsai! Muroke: That's cool. Trebor: You don't sound that excited. Muroke: Oh, I was just thinking. Trebor: About that girl the other day? How you could be with her exploring these gardens together? Muroke: No, I mean... Trebor: No need for explanation man. I get it. It sure is tough to be lovestruck. Why didn't you invite her? Muroke: Oh, I called her up last night, but she politely declined because of a prior engagement. Trebor: Ah, that's no big deal then. Next time, we can all go to a Giants baseball game together. And she can bring her roommate along. Muroke: Really? Trebor: Yeah. After this, we can go to the Japantown in downtown San Jose. Muroke: They have one here as well? Trebor: Sure. In fact, it comparable in size to the one in San Fran. It's a little known fact that most of the Japanese immigrants in Northern CA actually resided in the south bay and central valley, because they were mostly farmers. Like I told you before, this whole area was mostly farm area before the big companies moved in. But that was before the war. During the war, the US government rounded them Japanese up and force them to give up their land possessions and put them in internment camps. It was not a pretty sight. Muroke: How you know all this stuff? Trebor: Seargeant Yoshida would tell me. When he's waxing poetically about one of his war stories, he would complain about two things. How his veteran benefits aren't worth squat, and what a irony it was for him to be fighting for the US Army, while his parents and siblings were forced to endure their life during the war in those "shithole" camps. Oh, and he also complains about his ungrateful son who lives out in the midwest, so he doesn't have much chances to see his grandchildren. Muroke: Do they ever talk about it in your history books? Trebor: Yeah, a little bit. Maybe about a paragraph. But the history books we had talked more about the Donner Party incident than the camp thing for Japanese Americans. Muroke: Donner party? Trebor: Oh, you wouldn't know about that. Trust me, it's best you don't know for your own good. Speaking of which, we better get a move on if we going to get some free tea! [Down in Orpheum Theater] Hikaru is alone, in the middle of the stage, still practicing her dance moves. Solitaire movement. Moving to the beat of one. The one sacrifice to appease the wrath of the one goddess for the good of the one people of Atlantis. Perhaps I was getting into the role too much. Feeling the despair of that forlorn princess was getting a little too close to the heart. It was the weekend before the big opening Friday Night on July 14th. My new friend Vivian was telling me how that day was France's independence day. The reason she knew that was that she walks this poodle whose owner was French. It was also the start of the Tour de France. I was hoping it would be a start of my new found independence as well. I felt I had been a wandering, lost soul during my years in New York, held together by my dream as a dancer. Now that I had accomplished that, I had to look for the next goal, the next challenge for me. All my life, I felt I was living my life in the shadow of Madoka and Darling. I went to New York to forge my own future, but still our 3 fates were intertwined together. Now I was on my own stage, here on a different coast, to take a new turn in my life. I didn't know where it would lead to, but I suppose that's what makes life exciting. The uncertainty and hope of the better future. [In Hong Kong] #1: Ah...to be back in this place again! What a riot this place still is. I smell perfume too,...must be babes nearby! (*ring ring*) #1: Mosh, Moshi? "What's the matter with you not calling?" #1: Oh. It's you Kaori. "You bet it is! Just cause I'm not tagging along doesn't mean I'm not keeping my eye on you." #1: Yeah, yeah. (leering at a hot babe wearing a hot red outfit) "You better not be eyeing any bitches over there! I know the effect of the concotion. You're probably jumping out of your gonads to get some." #1: What do you take me for? I'm the "lone wolf" afterall. "More like big bad little red riding hood horny wolf. That's why I put a counteragent." #1: What the hell are you talking about? "Shijama, #2's buddy made some anti-agent formula to temporarily counter the effects. I slipped it into your drink this morning." #1: It ain't working, I can tell you that! "That's 'cause it's a time-release formula. It should kick it right about now!" Right as Kaori says this, #1 starts to shake as if he has a seizure! #1: Nooo....my libido is going away......! [Sunset Boulevard] From my stay under the desert sky, to neon lights of Vegas, to now the city of stars. Where was I to begin here? With every new destination I go to, I learn a different thing about myself. But the "madness" which began in New York had not left me. My soul was crying out to me. One last plea to be true to myself. I had to listen to the "music" in my heart. I understood now what it felt like to be caught up with the "exctasy" of the melody which struck Bach or Beethoven. To be in a trance with the music, oblivious to everything external. I wouldn't have done that with the old me, Ayukawa Madoka, repressing my true ambition for all those years, bottled up with worry, anxiety, and insecurity. Maybe the thought of marriage and normalcy weighed on me. Despite living alone independently by myself for all these years, I was never really alone. I was surrounded by my good friends through all these years. I didn't resent my parents for going abroad and following their calling. In a way, I was following in their footsteps, trying to find my calling as well. But I knew it was going to be tough, for the life inside me limited the timeframe I had left to explore my inner being. The answers were still not there yet. As I looked upon the riches of Rodeo Drive, and the vacuous nature of the Valley, I wondered whether the Great Sidhartha pondered the same paradox. Whether people were trully happy even when rich or poor. Whether their day to day life was fulfilling in itself. I remember one saying that variety is the spice of life. There, of course many ways to express the question, but no one definitive answer. Was it the madness, the exctasy talking for me? Was I going delirious? Or is there a purpose for the actions I have takened? I have yet to find out, but I hope here would be my final stop. [LA] Komatsu: See you later Kyosuke family! We're spending our days in the city of sin! Kazuya: You're not going back to Japan? Komatsu: Why bother? We got another convention to do in 2 weeks in some place called San Diego for some comic book convention. It's nearby LA due south. In the meantime, me and the big man will be whooping it up and gambling to our heart's content! "We're coming along!" Akane: Eh? Ojiichan? Have you gone out of your mind? "Nope. This is our vacation! We can go anywhere we like. You kids are welcome to tag along. Ne Obaachan?" "Oi, Oi!" Kurumi: Yippee! More time to watch wrestling in America! Akane: Don't talk about that! I'm going to have nightmares about those Big Mamas! Kurumi: So big deal! I beat them even in your dreams! Kazuya: (nudges Akane) Don't encourage her! Akane; Fine! But we've already been to the Grand Canyon already! Kazuya: Yeah, but we didn't hang out in Vegas. Akane: Like Las Vegas is not the place for little kids to hang out. Kazuya: Who are you calling little? Komatsu: Speaking of which, where's my bud Hatta? Kazuya: He's having another hentai session with that Takamotoishi lady. Komatsu: Not again! I'm going to have to get him myself. [Back in Hong Kong] "Yo!" (tap on #1's shoulder) #1: What gives...Hayakawa! What are you doing here? Mitsuru Hayakawa: I was about to ask you the same thing. You not entertaining ideas of stealing my clients now. #1: Come on. I ain't that shallow. I'm here on my own business. Hayakawa: (chuckles) I'm just messing with you. There's not too many Japanese folks I know in these parts. Glad to see a familiar face, even if its yours. #1: Very funny. You're keeping tabs on Haroken's former cliente? Hayakawa: Of course. Agents may come and go, but the star cliente is forever. In addition, I'm here for a special Yo Yo Yo music championship show. Namie and her entourage is here as well. #1: Namie? Hayakawa: You never heard of her? She's just Japan's next budding music superstar. #1: I remember my little buddy mentioning about her once. Hayakawa: You must be out of the times. But I'll forgive you. #1: Listen. I gotta be going. Hayakawa: Me too. Oh, since you're here, you can have these. Tickets for the show if you want to come. #1: Sure. I bet I can get big bucks for these. Hayakawa: Always the wiseguy. Ja! [In another chinatown] I had rested a lot more since the mysterious Chan's visit. The old couple pretty much left me alone, except to bring me herbal soup and nutrients. I was already strong enough to walk about, but I was confined in my room; the windows were barred like jail cells. I was a captive. Thinking about the bits of information I had gathered, I surmised I was some illegal stowaway on a slave ship from China. I was probably one of a handful to survive the treacherous journey. My delirium from months of travel probably caused my memory loss. Although I knew my name, Sid Lee, I knew nothing else. Perhaps that was a good thing to have a clean slate, assuming I made it to the promised land. But then again, the boat might have sank and made its way back to Hong Kong. Either way, I was itching to get out of here and find out myself. Being able to walk on my own two legs now, I made my way to the bathroom, stained by a few squashed cockroaches and other buggers. Looking at the dusty mirror, I took a piece of toilet paper, wetted it, and proceeded to make a small circle while cleaning it. There, I caught the first glimpse of myself. What I saw was quite foreign to me. I seem to be a man in my early thirties, sporting some stubble on my chin, but with some nicks here and there. That was strange to me, for I was sure that if I was on a boat that long, I would be sporting a full beard. Did someone try to shave for me while I was unconscious? I always examined my chest area a bit, for I still felt a stinging feeling around it all this time. Like a thousand scorpions had bitten me or something, which could have happened aboard that squalor ship. I looked at my overall body. It was still firm with muscle. That didn't add up as well. I should have been weak and thin from my ordeal. Then it dawned on me. Instead of being a refugee, I could have been one of the slaver sailors! That was the only scenario I could think of that could explain the whole thing. But if that was true, what was I doing here, captive in this herbal shop? It was then, I heard the barred door open, and a figure entering the room. "Mr Lee. I have come for you." That was Chan's voice. [Vegas dojo] What was I, Kasuga Kyosuke doing? I had been at the dojo nearly a week now, but I was not getting anywhere. I was starting to question whether I had it in me to be even a decent investigative reporter at all. Sure, Mr Osamu Ozawa was talking with me for short bits everyday. But it wasn't pertaining to the matter which I was sent out for. He rambled about his Shoto-kan karate, and the premise and principles behind it. Every time I tried to steer away from the subject, he would come back and talk about something else in his life. I still recorded the conversations on my tape recorder. It was taking his biography. Talking about all facets of his life, except his war-time years. We were talk about his director days. Then his business man days. We would even talk about his family heritage and how his family came from a samurai line, the Takeda. But we never even broach about his role in the war. The very topic which I was sent here to interview him specificially on. Now, today, with my firm resolve to confront him on the issue, I found out from one of his followers that he won't be seeing me while he prepares his dojo for the annual tournament. This was a bad thing. What was I to do? I thought about going back to Japan and admitting defeat to Aso-san. But I was not a quitter. I wasn't going to give up on Madoka, so I wasn't about to give up on this first important assignment for me, despite how uncomfortable it was for me. I was going to wait it out and wait for this tournament to finish and confront Osamu-san to finish the war interview once and for all. [Back to the mystery man] I saw this rather short and squat looking of a man come through the door. He seemed to be in his mid fifties and carrying a bit of weight. He was dressed in semi-traditional chinese garb with the black master outfit, and a knap sack at his side. "So, who are you?" "Questions are mine to ask, not you, Mr Sid Lee. Or do you have another name? "Of course its my name. I have no reason to lie." "Ha ha. Spoken very true. If you believe yourself." "I wish you will stop asking these riddles. What do you want from me?" "A true man of the code, not to betray his roots. You, lost you look, still in your eyes. That is good for me. Not good for you when they find you. It is time for you to come with me." "Where are you taking me?" "Make any difference to you?" "As long as I can get fresh air outside, I don't care. But what are you?" "I am the Egg. " [Muroke's journal] My trip over to the United States here on the western side has been quite an adventure as I expected. My good friend, Trebor was kind enough to take time out to show me around the tech side of this metropolis. I even had the chance to meet up with Manami-chan which is a huge thrill for me. I look forward to every minute I can spend with her, since she's following her dreams of being a literature writer. I, on the other hand is pursuing my dream as well. That is, to be a world class game programmer. I had visited some of the prestigious universities around here which offer excellent computer science courses and facilities. Next week, I'm going to visit the actual, prominent game companies in the area. As for my experience here, I'm trying to take in as much of the local culture here as possible. I'm quite surprised at the diversity of events which exists here. I'm still at the crossroads of whether I want to pursue my studies abroad or go back to Tokyo U and manage the dorm at "Greenwood." I hope to make a decision soon in the next few weeks. Trebor: Hey Muroke! You better hurry down here quick! Big Trouble in Little China is on! [Stanford] (We see Manami, wearing shades hanging low along the ridge of her nose, with her, flipping her pencil in her hand, as if frustrated) Dana: Is it too bright in here? I can pull down the shades. Manami: Dana. Are you done with the Penelope portion of the assignment? Dana; No. Not yet. Manami: I think it's hypocritical for Odysseus to be "sowing his oats" while he his wife Penelope remains loyal to him, despite many suitors for over 20 years. Dana: I'm not surprised. I think it illustrates how strong a woman's will can be if she trully believes in it. Manami: I see your point. She must have had really strong will, for many in her position would have given her husband for dead and would have remarried in order to keep the estate up and raise her son. Dana: Sometimes, in dark times, one has only their faint hope of faith and hope to carry them through. Manami: That is very profound. Thanks for the input. How are you doing on the final term paper about a hero? Dana: Slowly making progress on it. And you? Manami: I haven't even started on it! I think the tough part is coming up with the subject to base the paper on. Dana: Keep at it. Don't get discouraged. I'll see you later. Manami: Bye. I was definitely not myself. Not after that strange dream I had involving the wizard of oz and Ojiichan. I felt a momentary connection when connected within the ESPer link they had formed. I thought I felt Madoka's pendant, but I didn't tell Ojiichan the whole story. I felt another stronger force, dominating and clouding the vision. It felt cold, dark, and foreign. I was curious, like a cat, and touched this dark, cloudy mass. It crossed minds with mine for an instant. But that brief contamination was slowly getting to me. I was getting moody and edgy. I was trying to fight this "dark matter" in my mind as much as I can. I was afraid if I explored it further, then it would further dominate me. Stress from the final paper wasn't helping things. I hope I'm not going crazy and suffering from multiple personalities. (Manami takes off her sunglasses and rubs her eyes) [Hong Kong] I shimmied through the casinos with no luck in finding that old bastard, Routa Kouji, which was a surprise. I remember the time he ripped me off and won one of my prized guns, 'Mad Max' from me with a straight flush. I should have known better than to duel with a professional gambler at poker. I was going to make my way to the gentleman's club when I came across a familar scent of ceremonial incense. Haroken often frequented this area during the early days of his ascension in the underworld. I would know; I secretly tracked him behind the scenes. I subconsciously was drawn to its fumes and wandered down the street, known for its occult theme. "Young gun, what awaits thy fortune today?" I looked down and saw a pale, skinny, old man, dressed in monk fashion. He had a makeshift crystal ball in front of him. #1: Not today, old timer. "You will not find him in the fragrant bay." #1: Who are you talking about? "The man with the black ace. " #1: Yeah, right. If he's not here, then where he is? "Far, far away, across the golden waves in the golden city of lights." #1: That doesn't tell me much. But here's a hk dollar for your trouble. [Back outside Chinatown] "This is San Francisco?" Chan: You surprised? No smog here, just fog. Here in the forbidden city. "Forbidden?" Chan: For you it is. The eyes of the triad are everywhere. We got to keep you under wraps, Mr Lee. Fuzzy memory here very dangerous here. "You want infomation from me?" Chan: You remember who you are already? "No. I'm trying to figure out what you plan to do with me." Chan: You're going to work for me to build up your weak body. A strong body leads to strong chi. "Doing what?" Chan: Move crates from the truck into the store and quick. The grocers here aren't too happy with slow service. [Back in Hong Kong] (#1 walking in the studios with tickets in hand.) #1: Yo, Yo, Yo Music Show. Goofing off a bit won't hurt the XIA pursuit of the Red Dragon triad. Routa's nowhere to be found, Should I eschew Kanuka's advice and do my own thing to infilitrate them? (in cantonese) What are you doing? You just ruined the scene we're shooting! (We see the room looks like a pugilistic kung fu set, with a set of actors dressed up in ancient chinese clothing) #1: What? I can't understand you! I'm Japanese! I need to go here! (points to his tickets) "Ai ya! It's down the hall. You messed up scene! Bad bad! We need shoot again because of you! #1: Yeah, yeah. Whatever gives. My mistake. I'm going now. (outside the door) #1: What the hell was that all about? Didn't know what they were babbling about, except they were pissed. (looks at the signage outside the door) 'Set #8: 12 - 7pm Condor Heroes' [Back in San Francisco] I finished my final weekend rehearsal and took a hop on the muni. Late Saturday, me and Vivan would hang out together and eat at a different resturant, which wasn't hard in this city. This time, we were going to a russian place inside the heart of Russian Hill. My mind was wandering as the bus slowly glided around the narrow streets amid heavy foot traffic. As I glanced out the window, I caught a glimpse of this muscular asian guy, moving a crate of oranges. As he turned around, there was something about him that made me do a double-take. I turned back to get a better look, but he had already entered into the grocery store. Hmm. Why did I get this strange feeling tingling inside of me? He was just like any other guy on the street. Why should he be any different from the others? Still, this tingling sensation led me to have goosebumps which felt more like hives. I had to get a hold of myself and regain my composure or else I would look like a wreck to Vivian. (on the street) "I finished moving the last crate of oranges." Chan: Good. Here. (tosses him an orange). Saved one for you. Something for your trouble. "You can have it back." (tosses it back to him) Chan: What's wrong with it? A golden orange is very fortuitous. "No. I don't like to eat oranges. It seems to bring back bad memories. Where do we go next?" Chan: A place where you can lay low for now. The herbal place was on the verge of discovery. To avoid you being discovered, we need to move you around. Follow me into the alleyway. [At the studios] Hayakawa: Good to see that you were able to make it to the show. Even if it isn't your cup of tea. #1: Took me long enough to find this place! Hayakawa: (*Chuckles*) Still your grumpy self. Don't worry. The show is about to start. Announcer: Yo, Yo, Yo folks! The special show you'all been waitin' for! Hong Kong Hustle and Bustle Special! Guest starring Muffy, Kame Kids, and the Okinawan sensation herself, Namie Amuro! And now, two wild and crazy guys! Super-Fly! [Las Vegas] Akane: Why are we here? This reeks of female exploitation! Kazuya: It was either this or Death Valley. But I like it. (*whisk at a cocktail waitress*) Akane: (*squeezes his head*) Watch where those eyes are wandering, boy! Kurumi: Hey, they have a boxing match here later tonight! Akane: Where's Ojiichan? Kazuya: Playing the slots. Too bad I'm too young to gamble. Komatsu: Hello ladies. (We see Hatta and Komatsu decked out in white jumpsuits, with the scarf and sunglasses like Elvis!) Akane: (laughing) What are you two yahoos doing now? Auditioning to be the king? Komatsu: Very funny. But chicks dig the outfit. Or so my sources say. Hatta: The rhinestones give it flavor. Which reminds me! I'm going to try all the buffets in this town! Kazuya: Hey, where that honey, Takamotoishi? Hatta: She was attending the San Diego Comic con as well, so she's hanging down in San Diego to see Sea World and stuff. Kazuya: Say, wasn't she your sworn enemy? Hatta: Ummmm,...things has a funny way of turning tables. Say, check out that black dude at the craps table! He has a even gaudier costume than we do! (We see this big guy, wearing a purple leisure suit, with a white ruffled shirt in the middle) "Friend, not doing too well at the tables?" "Yowie yeah! I down on my crap luck. Craps again!" "Might I suggest keep your wrists still rather than snapping it?" "My luck so down, I'm even losing my hand with the ladies. I'll give it a try." (He rolls a winner!) "Hey man. Thanks for the tip. What are you? Japanese or something?" "Close. I'm Chinese." "Cool! I love Chinese food! I'm Zack. I feel a winning streak coming on. (punches his hands forward) YAW, YAW, YAW! Let it roll! Routa Kouji: [Back in the City] Vivian: What's up girlfriend? Food got you sour? Hikaru: No, this Russian food tastes good. I just have my mind on something. Vivian: I know what it is. Must be opening week jitterbugs. Boy, is that so scary. It's like, the first time you go for an interview and you have all this nervous energy, and you want to do something about it, but you can't 'cause you're in the interview and the guy is right across from you askin you questions. You might twitch a bit, as your palms become even more sweaty, and you're afraid to shake the next person's hand 'cause you're afraid he might get all grossed out and all. I never like that. That's why I walk dogs. You put out an ad, gain a rep, and people call you up or come to you. I like it much better that way. Hikaru: It's that, but something else is eating at me. Vivian: Whatever it may be, you better get it out of your system as soon as possible. Like my momma said, you shouldn't keep things inside of you, all bottled up, 'cause it'll just gnaw and chew, and scramble all your guts up, till you're full of mush emotional, and then you're not good for anything much. You see what I mean? Hikaru: In a way, yes. Suppose you're right. Need to figure out what this feeling is, and to flush it out of my system as soon as possible. Vivian: Girl, you seem hung up on a man! Am I right? Hikaru: A little bit. Vivian: Woah, don't get me started! Lord knows how pitiful a creature they are. Get him out of system asap! Like that musical goes, you gotta 'wash that man right outta ya hair'. Ah do be do ba do da. You got it? Hikaru: Hai maam. [In the middle of the Central Valley] (*radio playing Landslide*) I stopped at LA for a few days before moving on. My parents, were now were living in Seattle, had lived in the LA, in the Orange County area. I had almost moved over to the United States to stay in this area with my parents before. Who stopped me? That boy. Yes, that silly little boy, Kasuga-kun. He became the center of my fragile universe. My tough ego and exterior were melted by his bumbling, kindness, despite his occasional bouts of ecchiness. I thought he was my dream. A dream that came to me when I was a young, tough tomboy who beat up others using a soccer ball, when a man, in Kasuga's likeness, came to me, like a mirage and disappeared just as quickly, as the wind. My Prince Charming. But one person cannot make a dream. It was gnawing at me when Mishima returned. I thought he was my dream as well. I was even willing to give up my virgin body to him. So when that big day came in New York, I had this feeling of uncertainty and doubt again. If Mishima wasn't the one, how could I be sure if Kasuga was trully the one? Yet another side of me was debating, saying me and Kasuga were tied together by the red string of fate. I couldn't resolve the conflict, so I had been running. Like a sorry ronin, shamed by her lack of allegiance. Right after my note on the mirror, I took a train. To where it went, I did not know. It was not as fast as the bullet trains back home. The pace of the flashing images was slower. Passing through mountains, small towns, daisy fields, and farmland allowed me to slowly reflect and ponder. When the train stopped, I was in the middle of the heartland. A midwest town with the major metropolis just a few miles up, with the Rocky Mountains to my back. A town where a stranger like me would stick out like a sore thumb. Given my situation, many would have freaked out. To me, I had a cold resolve. With the remaining cash I had, I bought a guitar and found a boarding house. I did waitressing jobs at night and played in this small club at night where the order of the day was country, country, and more country. The only country song I knew was, you guessed it - Country Road by John Denver. That seem to soothe the ears of the patrons. So I did this for a few weeks till I could build up my cash and decide what to do next. I was thinking of getting some wheels, but it would take too long to earn enough money for that. Then I saw her. The one calling to me:'69 fiery red Ford Mustang convertible. It had belong to Ma Jenkins who headed the boarding house. I stumbled across it in the old shed. She had kept it in memory of her deceased husband. He had a hobby by fixing up old cars. Every day when I came back from work, I would sneak a peek at it. She must have noticed. When it came time for me to leave, she offered it to me as a farewell gift. I initially refused, since I had intended to take a bus to the next town. She wouldn't hear of it, so I finally gave in, promising her that I would repay her gift. With my new conveyance, I drove to many different small towns across the country, sometimes doing just a couple day gigs. I eventually made my way to the mesas where I lived among the Native Americans there, where I was exposed to a mind-opening experience. Having driven now to the westernmost part of this country, I had nowhere else to go but up. I couldn't bear to stay in the same area as Disneyland, where dreams come true, when I didn't even know what my dream was. What ever happens ever after in those fairy tale stories? When Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty finally meet the prince, does their life just go into autopilot of everlasting happiness? What challenges do they have left? As so I was driving through the Central Valley, the top down, alone along the stretch of road, with acres and acres of farmland bountiful with fruits and vegetables alongside me, it struck me. This cornocopia of so plenty in the rural areas that California is known for, contrasting that with the dark reality of many urban centers filled with so much needy. As I pondered that paradox, I suddenly reached an ephiphany. Of how it was like to go hungry. I remembed that day in junior high where I had forgetten to get lunch and it had been raining the whole day. I did not have breakfast as well and I was starving. Then Kyosuke came along and had a extra sandwich, to which he graciously offered it to me. The hunger combined with the gesture made that sandwich the best tasting thing I had ever eaten. Whether it was true or not did not matter. What counted was the inner appreciation and thankfulness of a basic necessity of life for which is takened for granted. As the wind sprayed my hair back with all its natural fury, and my body flushed with the warm glow of the special Kasuga pendant around my neck, the instinctive nature to nurture, growing stronger and stronger, spurred on my pregnancy, intermixed with my wanderlust, gave birth to a new feeling inside me, and out sprung forth in my mind, for just a instant, a vision of my true calling. [Hong Kong] #1: Where in the world is Routa Kouji? I would pistol whip that son of a gun with ole'Betsy once I got my hands on him. He caused me enough grief as it is. I even endured a game show or music show or mtv thing to pass the time. I visited the casinos and the whorehouses; even the obscure quaint mah-jong joints. Nada. Now I'm back in the pits of death where this whole stupid thing started. The whole mess I got poor Ryusei stuck in, because of my blind thirst for revenge. It was hard to believe it was 4 years ago. Another bloody match under way, blood money passing through dirty hands. The roars of the crowd awaiting the final death blow. "Yo bud! Long time no see!" #1: Hey, Johnny, how's it hanging? "Loose of course. Lift the left to guard and job. Pow!" #1: What are you doing here in this hell-hole? "Got wiped out at the casinos by Kouji, so I try my luck here. " #1: You played with Kouji? "Yep. I'm the dope. Should have known better. The audacity! He left in a rush and beat me in a heap at poker. Now that rat is in America raising hell there." #1: He's in the US? Where? "I dunno. Maybe Vegas or something. He does have a weakness for the glitter of lights." #1: That must be it! So that fortune teller man was right after all. I owe you man. "Better be careful! I'll hold you to it!" (A few days later...) [At Redwood City] Trebor: How you like it here? Muroke: So, this is Electronic Arts? Trebor: Yeah...I'm excited too. They had some hits and misses, but they're doing okay. I have a friend who works in the IT department. That's how we are able to get in here! Muroke: Wow, thanks for the connection. Trebor: They're focusing more on the sports aspect of games nowadays like Madden Football. All the game companies focus on their core strengths. Sierra does adventure games. Origin and Sir Tech does role playing games. Capcom does fighting games. And Squaresoft does adventure role playing games. Muroke: EA certainly has a long history, from their history of products display. Trebor: That's a testament to their longevity. The game industry is very cyclical. Look at what happen to Atari and Commodore 64. Their consoles went the way of the dodo bird. Now Nintendo is the king with Sega as the bridesmaid. But who knows? Someone else would be king of the road 5 years from now. That's why it's such a volatile industry. Muroke: The programmers there look very stressed out right now. Trebor: They should be. From what I hear, they've been on a 2 week marathon to meet a deadline. Some of the guys have been here 18 hours of day, working with the game testers to stamp out the bugs. Muroke: You know about this? Trebor: I did a stint as a game tester. Boy, I thought it was heaven. Getting paid to play games. Every gamer's dream, or so it seems. But the novelty of the idea wears out real fast. The problem is you can't really play freelance too much, before your job is to find bugs. So you have to freakin' explore all these different combinations which doesn't make it fun. Imagine you having to play the same level hundreds of times until they fixed it and got it right. Now that is hell. I got out of that after 2 weeks. Muroke: I can see the point you are trying to make. I had some friends who helped me with some graphics with the game I developed. Before, they had worked at an animation studio. They told me a similar experience, with all the sketches and scenes being cranked out like a assembly line. Luckily, the work for them is rewarding for now, but they told me of others who got burned out by the experience. Trebor: But don't let my talk dissuade you from anything. I now how pumped up you are about being a game programmer. Muroke: I am still. It's interesting to contrast game companies with animation companies and how similar they are in terms of effort to produce wide, diverse entertainment for the masses. Trebor: Let's go the cafeteria! I'm starving! [Out in the desert] Akane: Why did you drag us out here in this god-forsakened desert? Kazuya: Yeah, we were kidding about Death Valley. Kurumi: It says on the flyer that some karate competition is about to start here! Kazuya: Are you sure? The gates are locked here! Kurumi: Let's use the Power! and flash in! Akane: We can't do that! "Hello there! Are you here for the karate competition?" Akane: Uh oh. He's speaking English to us! What do we do? Kurumi: We have to respond back! (to man) Please let us in! "You must be from the Japan division. We have your quarters ready. Wait for the gate to open." (The gate opens) Kazuya: Wow, I'm impressed! What did you say to them! Kurumi: Me? I told them I was going to kick their butt if they didn't let us in! [At the Chinese grocery store] (Hikaru is milling around, in between the oranges and the peaches section right outside the front entrance, picking some fruit.) Hikaru: (As she turns towards the curb facing Grant Street, she sees the truck, about a half a block away, at another grocery store and that strange man she saw from the other day, climbing into the passenger seat, and the truck driving off.) Hikaru: I gotta catch that truck! "Wai! Stop! You go pay for fruits! No pay no go!" Hikaru: I'm sorry, I don't need these...here you can take it back! "Oh, you bad woman! Get out of my store." Hikaru: I'm really sorry. (looks up to see the truck gone) Damn! [Up in in a ranch] "May the force be with you." Muroke: Very funny Trebor. Trebor: Hey, you got to speak the lingo here when you're in Skywalker Ranch. Home to ILM and Lucas-film and Lucas-Arts game division! Muroke: The scenary here is simply breathtaking. Trebor: I've always loved their games they turn out. Very engaging and innovative. I especially loved Monkey Island and Loom. Muroke: My friends back at home would be so jealous of me. They're huge Star Wars fans! Trebor: I guess we have it good here to have both Star Trek and Star Wars. I like both each in its own way. The allure of the mystical, myterious Force which pervades in every object of the universe and the 2 sides aspect. Those who have more "one" with the Force to let it flow through them. It's like having super powers and being a superhero. Much like those people you hear on those Ripley's Believe it having those ESP powers. Muroke: Can we go inside? Trebor: Unfortunately not. Everything is hush hush and top secret there. I just wanted to show you the outside environment these guys work in. It really helps in stirring their creative juices. Muroke: Argh. I wish I had the Force so I can secretly go in and take a look. Trebor: Don't we all. Let's get a move on for the last destination. [Inside the dojo] I, Kasuga Kyosuke was enduring another mundane event. I couldn't believe my infamous bad luck was returning to me. I couldn't even get near Osamu-san because of the tournament. I kicked my legs back in my room, looking through the window as they announced the pre-introductions of all the various groups participating. I was quite impressed with the sheer number of competitors in the field from different parts of America and the world. No wonder the tournament would take a week. "From the mother country of our dear master of Japan, representing is the Kasuga clan!" Kyosuke: What in the world? (sticks his head out the window) Ojiichan: Konichiwa! Konichiwa! Mina, we are happy to be here! Kurumi: Hai! Looking forward to kicking all of your butts! Kyosuke: (*groans*) There goes the family name. [The last stop] Muroke: Where are we now? Trebor: The final stop of our game company tour. Muroke: Why, this is... Trebor: Squaresoft. The home to all the Final Fantasy games. Muroke: Wow, the mecca.... Trebor: This is one of their US subsidaries. There's one in Hawaii as well, which is closer to your neck of the woods. This is more of a marketing arm here, but they have cool looking props here. (japanese) "Little man, you're here as well?" Muroke: Eh? (turns around). It's you! The guy from the airport. "Gotcha! You got the bag on you as well. You brought a friend along this time?" Muroke: He was the one who bought me here. What are you doing here? "I work here. What do you think?" Muroke: You work for Squaresoft? "I just told you that. Are you dense or what? That's not what I expect from a Greenwood alum. Wait a minute, what am I thinking? I should be expecting such denseness from a Greenwood alum. Pulling a 'Suka." Muroke: Why are you so chummy with Hasukawa-san's name? "I practically taught him everything he knew. He may be weak and wallow in self-pity like a sad puppy, but I toughened him up." Muroke: Are you sure? I never heard him talk about you at all! There's Shun and even Ikeda-san who runs the temple, but I never heard of you! "Those guys forgot about me already! That's gratitude for you! I'm glad I skipped town 4 years ago." Muroke: 4 years ago? Hey, is your full name Shinobu? "If you want to be so formal, yeah. I prefer 'Shin', which is new, no pun intended. Shin Tezuka at your service." Muroke: Ohh, you're that guy. But everyone thinks you're dead! "You got to be kidding me. Only my sis probably wishes I was out of her way, but dying ain't my style. Especially, since I'm standing right in front of you." Muroke: But you left those shoes at the pier and... "Oh, is that where are those dying rumors came from? I thought they would understand my symbolism. I not one for long goodbyes, so I left my Nike shoes behind for 'Suka to know that he was big enough to fill my shoes. But I did leave him a note." Muroke: Where? "Why inside the shoes." Muroke: Oh great. They probably threw those shoes already!" Wait till I tell the folks back home about you. "You sure will! You're going to tell them that I'm working here as a marketing director." Muroke: Wow, you are! That's cool! "Yeah, but it's not easy work like it sounds. It involves a lot of traveling and dealing with difficult folks. But as I say to myself, if you can tame the asylum of Greenwood, you can deal with anyone." Muroke: Can I get a tour? "Sure. Your friend can come along too. Follow me." [Later that night] Kyosuke: What are you doing here? Kazuya: We didn't know you were in the neighborhood. Kyosuke: I arrived a few days ago. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you all be back in Japan? Akane: We were about to ask you the same question! Ojiichan: Kyosuke, you silly boy, we're the vacationing bunch. Kurumi: You didn't help us at all for the seance to find Madoka-san! Kyosuke: You've found Madoka? Kazuya: 'Course not! We're just hanging out here now. Kurumi: Oniichan, you're here to fight as well? Akane: Ha! That weakling fight? Even I can beat him up. Kyosuke; Now wait just a moment! I'm here on an investigative mission. The head of this dojo is the one I'm interviewing. Ojiichan: Fight or no fight, we have fun first. Kyosuke: What about Madoka? What did you find out? Ojiichan: Manami was the focal point. She felt Madoka's presence nearby. Kyosuke: But Manami is in California! Akane: Duh! Of course she is. That should mean that Madoka should be somewhere along what they call the West Coast. Kyosuke: Her parents do live in Seattle now. Before that, they were in L.A. So it is not out of the realm of possibility that she could be in between. Ojiichan: No matter. We have to try again with Manami in person this time. Can get better location on pendant. Kyosuke: She studying right now. She can't come down to perform the ritual. Ojiichan: It's true. So we go to her later. Worry less, party now! Obaachan: Oi oi! (They form a conga line and start to dance, with ojiichan leading the way in his Hawaiian shirt.) Kyosuke: Wait, wait, wait! This isn't the Carribbean! All: Can't hear you! Can't hear you! Kysouke: (*groan*) ESPers do make strange company. [In a San Francisco apartment] I came home after missing that mystery man again. For a person where are the mysteries in my life was slowly fading, I wondered aloud what challenges lie ahead of me. Tomorrow was another beginning, but also another ending. Because after my tour here for the play was over, what was I going to do next? That was the inevitable question in my mind. Would I move back to New York to look for more dance opportunities? Or maybe I move back to Japan to further pursue my dance ambition near friends and family. Or maybe even go down to Hollywood and try my luck there. It was a hard decision to make, even before my beginning here has started. Perhaps my fascination with that mystery man was merely a diversion to avoid that lingering question in my mind. I do know that if I go back home to Japan, my parents would be pressuring me to quickly get married. I was getting up there in marriageable age and there is no man in my life right now. They would probably arrange an oimai for me, although I found the idea quite horrible, having spent so much time in the US here and getting hooked on either being independent or finding love the old-fashioned way. But whatever I was going to do, I knew I couldn't decide it in one night. I would have to just put it off another day and endure and live, like a good friend told me. Besides, tomorrow was the grand opening of the play. That was something to look forward to. So I shall get a good night sleep and worry about it another day. [Meanwhile, in another part of town] (Inside a sweatshop clothing store) "Lee, I see you built up strength these few days." "Yep. Lifting heavy crates of fruits will do that for me. My back is still sore like a thousand needles." "You are recovering from embers of the flesh. Little time to recover, but little time for you as well." "Is this the new place we're staying tonight?" (Nods). "We have a new job tomorrow." "So is that what you call working off your debt?" "It is capitalism, my friend. It is a land for the lazy, but a greater land for those who work hard. We're merely following tradition our ancestors took back in the 1849'ers. If your surivive the boat trip, you work off your debt until you become a free man. That is the way. Lucky you not a woman. Otherwise, straight to the brothels you go!" "Is that the real reason?" "Be careful of what you say. That's an old Confucious saying. The wise man speaks little; it is the foolish who don't know how to hold their tongue. " "I can take a hint. I'll shut my mouth." "Do not worry. I won't abuse you. Listen with strict obedience and you'll be rewarded. I'll be your big brother." [The next day] Kyosuke: You cannot be serious about fighting! Kurumi; 'course I am! Kyosuke: But you can't use your ESPer powers! Lord knows the trouble you've caused in Japan and all the schools we had to transfer to! I'm not about to start an incident here in America! Kurumi: Oh, you're just a party pooper! Kazuya: I don't mind watching the competition. Akane: I do mind! Fighting is a man's barbaric nature. Same as boxing. Ojiichan: I disagree. Karate in its highest form is a good form of exercise and self-defense. And it's a Japanese export! Akane: I can see your point, but would you call sumo wrestling an exercise? That's another Japanese fighting export as well. Ojiichan: Ho, ho. Sumo and suishi go hand in hand. You need to appreciate its rawness. Kurumi: I don't care what you all say! I'm fighting! Kyosuke: No. I will! All: What? Kyosuke: You heard me. Since I'm out here anyway, I might as well give it a try. They did announce our family name during the pre-ceremonies. Akane: But you don't know anything about karate! Ojiichan: Don't worry. I can teach him. Kurumi: You know karate? Ojiichan: Hai! Similar to karate. In the village is the "matta-watta-wo". Kazuya: What does that mean? Ojiichan: I don't know. It's what you say perform the movements. (Everyone does a pratfall) Kyosuke: Are you sure its safe to learn? You know I can't use my ESPer powers. Ojiichan: Don't worry; I cut it out. Just start chanting "matta-watta-wo" in your head. Kysouke: Great! Why did I have to open up my big mouth! [Back in Japan] #1 back from Hong Kong at Narita, greeted by Kaori. Kaori: About time you showed your scummy face back! #1: Listen, I didn't come back to take your abuse! Kaori: Fine! Where's the money? #1: Money? Kaori: Stupid. You took some job in Hong Kong. Don't tell me you didn't get paid! Did you screw up the job? #1: Oh, that job. Yeah, big time. I even caused some damages. Kaori: Great! Sounds just like you! You're going to run our detective agency into the ground before it even it has a chance. #1: Don't blame me! Must be that chemical in my system you were talking to me about. Kaori: Don't worry; I bought a friend along. Shijama-kun, you can come out now. #1: Oh, Muroke's friend. Why'd you bring him along? Shijama: Excuse me, but I feel bad that you accidentally ingested my dangerous concotion. Who knows what side-effects it may have. Have you had dizzy spells at all? #1: Nope. Should I? Shijama: I don't know. I'm still studying the effects, but its hard to tell given the dosage concentration in your system. It might cause you to have delusions as well. #1: Delusions? You sure? Shijama: All of this is conjecture of course. But I came up with a temporary counteracting agent in the form of these small pills. Take one if you feel a spell coming over you. (hands him a small bottle) #1: Thanks. Did you bring my equipment I asked you? Kaori: Right to the letter, but why would you need all this stuff? #1: I talked to the employer, and to avoid paying for the uh damages I caused in HK, I'm going to clean up another job for him in America. Kaori: Traveling away so soon? #1: Why you worried? Miss my face so soon? Kaori: You wish! Who wants to see a scuzzy face like yours? Let's go Shijama-kun. I don't want to waste any more time on this loser. #1: Loser? That's a bit harsh Kaori! Kaori: You know the routine. Don't come back until you get the money! #1: Alright! (mutters) Just wants to go on another shopping spree at the mall. Kaori: What did you say? #1: (waves both hands) Nothin'! I'm going now! [Back to S.F.] I was taking my morning shower before my opening later that day. As the gyrating water pulsed around my naked body, the sensation brought back vivid snapshots of my life. From the rainy day breakup with Sempai to the swimming pool reunion and finally the traumatic storm-ridden kidnapped voyage, the drops of water falling on me reminded me how precarious our lives are. I used to believe in destiny, but that was shattered when I broke up with Sempai. I realized I was living in a happy delusion when we were together. Now I have been living listlessly, intermixed with sporadic moments of fate intervening. Practicing and perfecting my skill leading up to this moment. Singular in my focus and attention was first and foremost the play above anything else now. This time around was much easier. I was the one training everyone. The cast on the West Coast was much more cooperative, which made things sail along. The only blemish was the incorrect signage they had for the play listing my counterpart in New York, rather than my name. It was already too late to correct it. At least they got the opening programs correct. This time around, I would be by myself; no support group of friends there at my opening debut. I was worried that this opening wouldn't have the same kick, no pun intended. Still, I felt a tingling in my stomach, as I prepared to get ready. I rubbed the good luck charm that Madoka made for me. It has always bought me good luck. I knew that whereever she was right now, she would be watching over me. [In other part of town] "Here on vacation?" "No. I plan to stay here awhile. I have some unfinished business here. Do you have local maps?" "Yes we do. We also have these complimentary newspapers, Chronicle or Examiner which has ads for longer term stay options." "Thank you. I'm looking forward to my stay in the City." [Stanford International House] Dana: It's time to rise and shine. I'm done with the shower. Manami: Is it that time already? Do we have class on Friday again? Dana: Yes. Another morning session to attend. Once that has been completed, we can go back into San Francisco for the play. Manami; I nearly forgot! It is today starting at 4pm. My friend Hikaru is staring in the same exact play in New York. Dana: It would be interesting to see how this relates to our subject material. Timing should not be a problem. We should have plenty of time. Manami: Oh, I wish we would have purchased tickets beforehand. Dana; I did so already. Manami; Wow, you're so prepared. Dana: That's my nickname; Dutiful Dana. [At the compound] Kyosuke is dressed in white karate attire with the other Kasugas practicing in a small dojo room. (Kyosuke falls over again!) Kyosuke: Ouch! My back is never going to hold out if I practice with you! Kazuya: Boy, do you suck! Kurumi: I am the number "ichi-ban" in this family. Boy, oniichan you are weak! Akane: (giggles) Ah, go easy on him. He's probably weak from all that booze and abuse he heaped on his body when he was in deep depression over Madoka-san. Kazuya: Funny you are helping him. Akane: Nah. I just can't stop laughing at seeing him fall on his ass all the time. If he doesn't stop, my stomach's going to be sore. Kyosuke: Forget it then! I'm not going to do this! Ojiichan: What a joker you are. (An assistant comes in) "You are rescheduled for tomorrow at match at 9am. Will you be ready?" Ojiichan: Yes, yes, he will be. (assistant bows and leaves) Kyosuke: Why'd you have to do that for! I was about to tell him I was going to drop out of this suicide match! Kurumi: It's not suicide! The worst that can happen is that the guy breaks all your bones, that's all. Kazuya: Can I have your kidney after the match? Kyosuke: Very funny. Someone get me out of here! [Sunset District] Muroke: (Groggy) Why am I still sleepy? Trebor: Good afternoon. You finally woke up. Muroke: What time is it!? Oww! What's this splitting headache? Trebor: What's the matter? Worried about oversleeping? Muroke: What happened last night? Trebor: You don't remember? Your buddy took us out for dinner at a place called Minato's in J-town San jose. You had a fair amount of sake. Later, we all hopped on over to a karaoke bar where we sang the night away. You really know how to belt out the tunes, though I couldn't understand, since it was a J-pop song. I guess you Japanese folks really know how to party. Muroke: I did all that? Trebor: Sure did buddy. Guess there's something to be said about meeting your fellow countrymen. You must be homesick. Muroke: I guess you're right. I didn't realize it. Oh shoot! I forgot! The opening of Atlantean is today! Trebor: It is? Let me check the Arts section of the paper. At-lan-tean. Oh okay. It is opening today. At the Orpheum Theater. Starts at 4pm. You want to go see it? Muroke: Of course! My master's old beau is starring in it. Trebor: Master? Muroke: Oh, it's a long story. (looks at his watch) We gotta rush. [At a resturant] "What are we doing here?" "We done with lifting crates. We work here now." "Oh, more work. I thought we were going to eat. So what do we do here?" "Here's a mop. Start cleaning floor before dinner crowd. We need it to be spotless clean. " [At the Orpheum Theater] (Running from 2 sides of the street) (Slight collision) "Manami!" "#2! I mean...uhhh...Muroke!" Both: "What are you doing here?" Muroke: Sorry for bumping into you. Trebor is getting the tickets. I thought I run and save a place in line for him. How are you? Manami: I'm fine and okay. I'm here with my roommate Dana. We're here for the theme of the play. It is similar to what the lit class is teaching right now. Right Dana? Dana: Yes. Muroke: You bought your tickets already? Dana: Yes. Muroke: You're much more prepared than we were. I was afraid I was going to oversleep and miss the play altogether! Dana: What's your interest in the play? Muroke: Oh, I've seen the original back in New York. I was so surprised how quickly it made it across to the other side of the coast already. The dancer is someone we both kind of know. I wouldn't miss her debut out here! Manami: Really? I thought someone named Natalie Chan is the dancer here from the billboard. Muroke: Oh. I didn't notice that! From my BBS messages, I could have sworn I saw a note from someone that she was out on the West Coast edition of the play. I could be wrong. Trebor: Muroke! I'm back with the tickets! Oh, and you have company! (inside the theater) Hikaru: You don't look too good Paul. Paul: I get butterflies in my stomach at such events. You on the other hand are as cool as a cucumber. Hikaru: Thanks, but I'm feeling just as nervous as you do. Paul: How do you do it? You must have been very scared your first time in New York and the tough critics. Hikaru: You do the best you can to block it out. For me, I try tp think of my favorite things that puts me in a good place. Once my mind is occupied, I can start to relax which allows me to focus. Paul: You don't get phased by all those eyes on you staring at your every move? Hikaru: You don't think about these things when you're zoned out. It is what all performers hope to get. The spotlight for a while. All you can do is enjoy it when it is on you and do your best for yourself and the audience. Paul: It may work for you, but I'm about to get a panic attack. I need to go to the toilet now! Paul was the worry-wort of the cast. He would worry about every little thing from the costumes to the lighting. But boy, he was a good dancer. He was the one playing the role of 'Atlas'. "Oh Star-chan. Would you be a dear and fetch my headdress?" Hikaru: Okay. That was Janice. People around here nicknamed her 'Moonbeam', mostly because of days during the '60's when she was wild and crazy. It did took a toll on her, for she was forgetful of many things, including how to get out of the building one time. The uncanny thing was, despite these bouts of forgetfulness, she never forgot her lines. That was her one saving grace. Plus, she was very effusive and affectionate towards all the cast members. She played the role of 'Era'. Director: People, people! Places and positions! Ready or not, here we go. Trebor: What were the odds that both you and she came. Did you plan this, you sly devil? Muroke: No. It was just coincidence, although I should have thought of asking her. Trebor: Too bad you can't sit next to her. Muroke: (looks at program) It is Hiyama-san! "Is that you Muroke?" Muroke: Manami? You in the row in front of us? "I guess so." Dana: We should be quiet now. The play is about to start. [Outside the resturant] I took a smoke outside the resturant. Chan was gracious enough to give me a Malboro. As the addictive nicotine streamed through my bloodstream, I felt withdrawn and depressed. Why was I here? Everything was all blank to me, except for my name. Sid Lee. I was bilingual. I was shipwrecked and I am here now, part of some unknown racket, a feeling are too familar to me. "Trinkets! Gold and jade trinkets! Pretty trinkets for sale! It was a old street peddler. "Kind sir. Care for my assortment of wares? Best selection." "Listen. I don't have any money, so go bother someone else." "You no bother, me no bother. "I told you I have no money. " "No trouble. You pay me later. I'm always on the streets. Here. This will fit you well." "A mini teddy bear pin? You've got to be kidding me!" "Size no matter. Inside is good." "You're wastin' your time with me. But thank you anyway. Since I took it, I'll find a way to pay you back." Chan: Break time's over. Time to get back to work. "I'll be there in a minute. Sorry man, I've got to go. Eh, where'd you go?" [Back to the play] (Muroke taps Manami on the shoulder) Muroke: (whispers) Here's come the big line! (Hikaru sligltly freezes a bit, as if unnerved by a sudden glance into the crowd, as if catching the eye of someone familar. She pauses and breathes deeply before uttering.... "Oh Blessed Era, please forgive me. For I have committed a sin so great, so vast, so terrible that, even if I were to bury myself for all of eternity in the soil of this beautiful country, it would not be erased from memory... And yet I continue to commit this sin every day as long as I live. E ven if it meant I would turn into the seaweed that washes onto the shore, I could not and would not stop loving him!" Muroke: Wow! That was a terrific delivery! "Shshhhh!" Muroke: Gomen. [At the dojo] (Kyosuke is resting on the side) (Another party is coming in) "All the practice areas are full. Can we use your area?" Kyosuke: Go ahead. I'm done here. "Thank you. Hey guys! Come on in!" (We see a black guy with a green mohawk and purple trunks walk in with another stocky individual, with six-pack abs and the build of a lumberjack.) "Hey Mr RK! Thanks for letting me spar with your chump, I mean champ here. I want to see how your karate kid stuff matches up with Thai boxing." "Mr Zack, the pleasure is mine. Seeing your fight in Vegas led me to believe you will make a good practice partner for my champion Kahn, who is much more than karate. He is versed in 14 different styles of martial arts. But he will only utilize karate, since that is the form in this tournament." "Yoroshku, Kahn man. Let's spar!" "Me no spar. Me fight or not fight." "My client here is light on the English but heavy on the fist." "I get you man. Hai ya! (mock karate chop) You 'Kahn' do it!" (We see Zack deliver a colorful display of kicks and machine gun punches followed by a series of leg sweeps. Kahn artuflly dodges all the blows. This goes on for 10 minutes.) Zack: Hey man, I don't have all day for the rope a dope! Show me the moves! (Kahn looks over to the mystery man who nods his head) Kahn then delivers this lightning fast blows that break Zack's guard, followed by 2 chops to the legs that leaves Zack paralyzed. He then delivers a blow around the windpipe followed by a finishing roundhouse to totally levels Zack to the ground. Kyosuke: Wow brother! That guy is scary! Kahn: Kouji, we go! Kazuya: Hey buddy! Who are you fighting? Routa Kouji: Some Japanese chap from some Kasuga clan. Kyosuke: Gulp! That's me! [Backstage] Janice: Something the matter deary? Hikaru: I feel the shakes! A cold feeling which I have not felt for a long time. Janice: Child, you must be feeling the jitters. Even us experienced actors get that on opening night. Hikaru: Opening night. That must be it. Janice; Yes, yes child. Just sleep on it after our big party tonite! [In the viewing area] Muroke: Wow, that was super! Hikaru danced superbly! Manami: I quite agree. She danced the same way as she did in New York. Muroke: Huh? How did you know? Manami: Oh? Was I saying something? Muroke: Never mind. I wonder if we could meet her backstage? Trebor: I doubt it. They need to ensure some privacy. Muroke: But we're her friends! "Excuse me, but were you talking about the dancer in the show?" Muroke: Yes, of course. Miss Hikaru Hiyama. She and I used to work together back in Japan. I even saw her first premiere in New York. I wondered if there was a chance to meet her backstage. "Not now, but later, if you tag along with me. Come along. A friend of HH is a friend of mine!" [In the dressing room] (Hikaru sees an envelope on her table) She opens it to find a greeting card with a big teddy bear on it. "Best wishes from your biggest fan." Hikaru: Hmmm. I wonder who could this be from? [At the Golden Dragon Resturant] Egg: Dinner time crowd begin to come. You be dishwasher! I be busboy. Do not chip plates and cups Lee! Lee: I know, I know. Don't treat me like a little boy. Egg: Your hands are made for breaking things. Must train to treat things properly. Understand? Lee: (snarl) Okay. Egg: You obey, you do well. Take silly pin off or you get it wet. Now go. (Outside the resturant) Hikaru is nestled among the rest of the cast members as they chat it up. "Miss Hiyama, it's good to see you once again." Hikaru does a double take and turns around. Hikaru: Who said that? "Hey girlfriend! I brought of your friends along." Hikaru: Vivian! Muroke, you're here too! Muroke: Manami is here too! See! (points to her) Hikaru: Is that you Manami-chan? I couldn't recognize you in your shades and dark clothing. Is this a new look for you? Manami: Oh, I'm experimenting with a new look Miss Hiyama. I mean Hikaru. Excuse me if I say some wierd things tonight. I'm not feeling myself lately. Hikaru: I know the feeling! Come on in and we can catch up on old times. [At the compound] Kyosuke walking to the steamy hot springs bath and soaking his aching body inside. "Greetings Mr Kasuga. Enjoying your stay here?" Kyosuke: Osamu-san! I'm surprised I can meet up with you face to face. "Honto? I was beginning to wonder why you stopped meeting me for the interviews." Kyosuke: Me stop? I talked to James and he said you were in isolation to prepare for the tournament. "Did he say that? I would have made time for you. James and my family worry too much about me, trying to cut down on my workload. James virtually runs the whole show now. I have been lending my name mostly these past few years. (*sigh*) Yes, I think this year, 1995, will be my last year as head of this dojo. James would be a worthy sucessor." Kyosuke: So you're retiring? "You can say so. I still will be involved, but not on a full-time basis. I have done my duty, and now is time for my family. Ah, but one more thing to get off my chest. " Kysouke: It might seem to be a strange venue, but if you like, we can begin part of the interview now if you like. I don't have my voice recorder, so I have to rely on the good 'ole noggin to remember. It's not everyday you get to see a Japanese style hot springs here in America. "A peaceful, soothing reminder of home, of which I hae been away too long." Kyosuke: What do you want to talk about? "I'm getting old. I don't have too many years left in me. While there is still strength in me, I want to pass something on to the new generation. Next month will mark 50 long years since the end of the war. Kyosuke; You mean WWII. "Yes, I served in the Japanese Navy." Kyosuke: I see. Please go on. "It was the year 1944, where I was drafted into the Japanese Navy. Our navy had suffered great losses at the hands of Americans, who were slowly beginning to take back the islands we had conquered and proceeding towards the motherland. I could have entered the war earlier, but was haughty, thinking the Japanese navy was the greatest in the world, given the early successes against the US. When the war at sea took a turn, I felt a dire feeling. The only chance Japan had left was the 'divine wind.' Kyosuke: You mean the kamikaze. "Yes, the kamikaze force was the last vestige of honor left for Japan. Given my samurai family background, I was allowed to join this corp at the outset. Others who were not so fortunate to have a family background as I had to go through a much more difficult road in order to join. Those who distinguished themselves in battle made up most of the company. We trained off a secret base where we went through solemn rituals of prayer and meditation to clam our mind and emotions. Physically, we practiced in our old, beaten-up airplanes which were the only things left. What we would do is to practice our dive towards a designated target and pull up at the last possible second. There were many casualties just from this exercise alone, given not many had the timing and hand/eye coordinaton required. I had at least survived the training. Kyosuke: So, did you actually go on a mission? "I did. The assignment was done by pulling lots of incense. Those who pulled the short one got the go ahead. My lot was pulled on July 28, 1945, along with 4 others. That night, I was restless; I couldn't sleep. I felt much like a condemned man awaiting his execution before a firing squad. Many thoughts of my young life flashed inside my head. My days of practicing the tea ceremony when I was a little boy. The time me and my brother Jun were caught stealing a pig and receiving ten lashes for it. My first exposure to Shotokan karate at Hosei University under Master Funakoshi. I thank the gods for allowing me a chance to experience the joy, the pain,and the mundane. Most depart the world through chance and fate. My departure was predetermined, but an honorable death. There is nothing better than to die for the cause of your country." Kyosuke: So what happened on your flight? "At 4:00am, on July 29, 1945 we began the final ceremony. Each of us were presented with a small glass containing sake from the emperor himself. I gulped mine down, zipped up my plane jacket, and proceeded to board my aircraft and start up my engine. I saw the waving of the flag to signal us to go soon afterwards. I slowly revved up my engines and took off the landing strip towards my designated target. As I was rising higher and higher, with just ocean blue waves below me and wide blue sky above, I felt something wrong. The rest of the 4 planes had flown past me. I was not catching up. I felt a reverberation in my cockpit and looked down at my instruments. One of my engines was choking and sputtering and I was losing power fast. I felt a chill up my spine, for I felt the inevitable coming sooner than I anticipated. I was spiraling towards the ocean on my way towards a disgraceful demise. I just pulled up as hard as I could on my yoke control. That is the last thing I remembered." Kyosuke: So you crashed into the ocean and survived? "In the sequence of events, that how it went. I was out for 12 days. When I did wake up, I first thought I was in heaven. I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't see that well. It was a whitish haze. Quickly, an acute pain in my chest and the shortness of my breath and I realized where I really was: the hospital. Depression set in." Kyosuke: Why so? "It meant I failed my mission. As a soldier, but more importanly, as a samurai. I could not uphold my family's honor. Then, the turn of events around me made me wish I had died in the hospital rather than recover from my injuries." Kyosuke: Are you talking about the end of the war? "Precisely. The surrender by the Emperor himself. That was too much of a shock to take. I had heard tales of soldiers comitting hara-kiri, either with the guns or the few who had their swords. I would have done the same thing had I been able-bodied enough. But in my paralyzed state, I could do nothing but lay in that bed and endure and suffer in my mind. After the initial shock wore off after weeks of captivity in my bed, I decided against comitting suicide when I got well enough. Japan's cities were in ruin. If I kill myself, who would be there to rebuild them? It was a difficult decision at the time, but I decided to swallow my pride and do the more honorably thing which was to help my country rebuild in the wake of defeat." Kyosuke: That's why you did so much work in TV arena, especially in raising money for needy causes and charity. You even directed the "Your Goodwill, Please." telethon show. "Hai. I'm suprised you know that." Kyosuke: My otousan would mention how he and my okaasan loved to watch your shows. That's why I thought your name sounded familar. Yes, that was me. There may be uncertainty in the future, but helping people gives one a sense of purpose. If I was able-bodied, I was going to do the best I can to help people in any way I could. " Kyosuke: May I ask then why you moved out from Japan and into the US? Isn't it a bit ironic on your part, given your war-time experience? "Quite the contrary. Japan might have lost the war, but both countries gained in the aftermath. Some war veterans might still feel resentment towards the US, but I don't. Sometimes, one's bitterest enemies may turn out to be their most closest allies. The US occupation might not have been pleasant, but at least we were not enslaved and doomed to poverty. Millions of dollars was poured into Japan to rebuild it. When I was directing, I had contact with many famous American celebrities that generously lended their time to appear on my show to hear in raising money for the charities. When I heard there was an opportunity to establish a karate school in the US, I jumped at the chance. That is why I am here today. In a way, giving back and teaching the honor, discipline, and tradition of karate to the masses here, especially the young people." Kyosuke: That's a very noble thing to do. What did you think of the war in general today? "A very tricky and sensitive subject What I think is this. It should not be takened lightly. War is a madness which allows for killing indiscriminately, without remorse. It doesn't matter which side you are on. But different times have different attitudes. In those days, war was honor. We, as the Emperor's loyal subjects, had our duty. Especially as a young man, you jump at the chance to serve your country in battle and distinguish yourself, regardless of the reasons. There was no second guessing the matter at all. Being young, we weren't heady enough to worry about the reasons. Not like over here. No, here, in this land, they were torn and divided and protested over Vietnam. Kyosuke: Why do you choose to speak of the matter now instead of before? "I'm lazy as anyone else. Everyone has things they have been meaning to do, but they put it off for as long as possible. I'm nearing the end of my list. I know that the more times passes, the more memory fades away. I was but a few handful belonging to the notorious Kamikaze squad who manage to survive or didn't committed suicide. I know that I don't have too many years left in me. I agree to do this interview originally with Tamaki-san for the sake of us Japanese veterans with so few that are left. Whose right, whose wrong, I don't care. I let people judge the accounts and different perspectives of World War II on both sides. As long as the stories are written down and not forgotten for another generation not to forget the sacrifices people of this world have to make in order to live peacefully with each other." "Osamu! Time to turn in now!" "It's the wife. I must depart now. There's some more I want to say. Till we meet again." [At the Golden Dragon Resturant] Hikaru: How did you know I was coming here? Vivian: I showed them the way. I had a vibe from my crystals. (points to her necklace) Muroke: What are the chances that me, Manami, and you would be in the same place again, like back at XYZ studios. Too bad #1 isn't here. Manami: I'm sure he is here in spirit, Miss Hiyama. Hikaru: You don't have to be formal with me Manami-chan. You know you can call me by my first name. Muroke: She's just kidding you. Manami: Sorry Hikaru. I feeling strange today. Hikaru: Now that you mention it, I'm feeling the same way. Vivian: Oh, don't tell me! It's "that" thing. Muroke: What? Vivian: Umm, you wouldn't understand Marky. It's a woman thing. Muroke: It's Muroke! Vivian: Ah, the good stuff is coming! King sized prawns. (the waiter stuffs the dish right in front of Manami) Manami; Uh, I really don't feel well now. I'm going to the restroom. (She departs quickly) Muroke: Something is really affecting Manami-chan. Hope it's not contagious. [In the Castro District] "Are you here to look at the room?" "Yes I am." "Hi, name's Paul. Excuse my BO, I've been performing. I'm a dancer by the way. Give me a minute to open up. Ah, there we go. The room goes for $450 a month plus utilities. I keep the place impeccably clean. I'm not finicky about sharing stuff, but don't make a mess! I absolutely hate that! Here's the room. The bathroom is shared but clean. Take your time to look around. The kitchen where it is located to your left. You're welcome to use the kitchen. I use it sparingly. Ask me any questions you like. Give me a minute while I change out of these clothes. "Hmmm. Strange fellow, but laidback. This could be my temporary stomping ground." [Back at the Golden Dragon Resturant] Egg: Time to change. Lee: Change what? Egg: You be busyboy now. I need to soak these hands. Lee: Do I have to? Egg: Yes. Go out now before the owner starts yelling. Lee: Hai ya. (right outside) Hikaru: Vivian! You've been drinking too much! Vivian: Look who's talking! You've drank as much as me! Hikaru: I guess you're right. Muroke: Are you two okay? Hikaru: Not really. I overdid it this time. Muroke: Don't worry. Manami left earlier to catch her train back. I can call my friend to help you two back home. I'll go to the payphone. Don't go anywhere! (Muroke departs to the payphone area just as Lee exits from the kitchen, missing him) (Lee walks by them towards a table besides them.) Hikaru: I-i-i-it's him! (face flops right on the table) [The next morning] Kyosuke: Urgh. What a nightmare! I dreamed I was headbutted by that vicious Kahn man till I was knocked senseless. Oww, my head aches just thinking about it. Oh, my body! It's still so sore. I can't even raise my arms up. I can't fight this guy in my present condition. I must forfeit this match. Hey! What the? How come I'm tied up? (tries to use the Power! to untie the ropes, but it doesn't work!) Kyosuke: Eh? This is impossible! Did my Power! go as well? Who did this to me? (As he scoots his body up on the back of the bed, he gasps as he looks into the mirror) He sees another person's face reflecting back at him! [End Book V PART 4]