Monkeyboy's First Vacation

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Monkeyboy's First Vacation is the story of Ledas, Ryori, Shoekki, and Jia heading to a small island chain in the far south of the Red Sea to vacation and visit Ryori and Shoekki's maternal grandparents in Age 776. The remnants of the New Red Ribbon Army enlist Ledas' help in quelling the Makyan presence in the region.

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Chapter list

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5

1. Wouldn’t It Be Nice if We Were Older?

June 5, Age 776; 7:13 a.m.

Three blocks north of Capsule Corp., West City

They strolled down the road, the boys rubbing their eyes and suppressing yawns, Jia ushering them onward. It was a cloudless morning without the faintest hint of a breeze, balmy and bright, and would grow more so before long. The occasional hovercar sped past. Otherwise, West City was unusually quiet. They had never been to this affluent corner of town before. Not many pedestrians around. She preferred it that way. Behind her, Shoekki, Ryori, and Ledas lagged, taking their sweet time. Jia didn’t often suffer from impatience. Today, she couldn’t help but urge them along. We have a lot to unpack.

When they reached the end of the block, she raised her hand, bringing her troupe to a stop. “There it is,” she said, gesturing to the house ahead. “Our home. Beautiful, isn’t it? Stunning, one might say.”

Before them lay a three-story behemoth of an estate, complete with spacious front and side yards. The backyard was even more impressive from what she’d seen online. A chill spread down her shoulders, coalescing at the tip of her spine. She’d never lived a decadent lifestyle. The five-star hotel they had stayed in the past three days (ever since Beelzebub and his minions had destroyed their previous house) hadn’t roused in her so alien a feeling. This was different. This was what cashing in her chips looked like. No one could stop her. For all King Furry knew, she was monitoring the Saiyan; for all Nhobusa knew, she was working at the behest of the New Red Ribbon Army. They couldn’t fathom the half of it. Jia had found her home, had found her family. She couldn’t have asked for better kids.

“Damn, this one? You sure? Looks awfully big.” Shoekki said in a low, scraggly voice.

“Absolutely. Mr. Cardinal has spared no expense. It’s a five-bedroom, four-bathroom. Two master bedrooms. Choose your rooms amongst yourselves. I’ll take a guest bedroom.”

“Whoa. It’s massive. Like a mansion. Why’d you go for a huge one?” Ryori asked.

“It was the closest available to Capsule Corp. I know you wished to remain near Vegeta, Ledas.”

“Thanks, Miss Jia. It’s hecka awesome. Can we see what it looks like inside?”

“Do you have your capsules ready?”

“Yeah,” they replied in unison.

“Don’t open them indoors. Do so out back or in the front yard. We don’t want to damage the house. I imagine the repairs won’t be cheap.”

“I don’t have enough stuff to do that,” Ledas said, “but alright.”

“Me ‘n Ledas’ll take one of the master bedrooms. You can have the other, bro,” Ryori said.

“I’d never say no to that. But hang on, why are you sharing? There’s enough space to have your own rooms. Jia could take the master.”

Ryori’s face went red. “Don’t worry about it. That’s how we’d like it, right, Leeds?”

“Hell yeah. I’m staying with you.”

Shoekki doesn’t know. Makes sense. He’s only been back since we’ve been in the hotel. The boys sharing a bed there wasn’t as strange. “I don’t need it. Honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do with a room that large. I don’t own much. Having to find things to fill it up would be a headache,” she said.

“Whatever floats your boat.”

Shoekki slunk off. Jia darted over to let him in lest the festering awkwardness give way to another uselessly tedious conversation. Best to get things over with. After she unlocked the door, they hurried in, keen to soak in their new palace in all its glory. She couldn’t blame them. Their exhilaration was infectious.

She was stunned by the size of the foyer. A magnificent white marble staircase snaking to the second floor beckoned them in. The boys ran up, laughing and chirping. Shoekki hooked a left to the kitchen, hitting his vape. The ceiling was perhaps thirty feet high. Everything sparkled and shined; the air was rife with the fragrance of honeysuckle. This is what I’ve worked for. This is it. She drew in a quick breath, following Shoekki.

“One of the master bedrooms is upstairs. The boys’ll likely claim it.”

“No biggie. I’d rather be closer to the fridge.”

He checked, finding it, as expected, empty. She’d fix that soon. Knowing the Saiyan, she would need to stock up like thirty people lived here. Would’ve been nice if there were bots for that. Even so, they had praised her cooking time and time again. Jia would be lying if she said their appreciation didn’t tickle her fancy. She craved their approval almost as much as Shoekki did his vape.

“Your brother’s been in high spirits since you’ve returned from the dead. I’ve never seen him like this. You mean a lot to him. I’m glad you’ve been reunited.”

Shoekki grunted, sitting at the island and hitting his vape another three times in quick succession. The air grew misty. “He said you work for Cardinal. That true?”

“I was sent to watch over them. I’ve done so for about two years.”

“Spoken like a politician. You respect him—Cardinal? Think he’s a good man?”

He looked her over, squinting and sucking in nicotine. Testing my loyalty. I have nothing to hide. “I was hired for this job because of my experience as a caretaker. In my humble opinion, I’ve done what was requested of me and more. Whatever your qualms are with Mr. Cardinal, you can’t honestly think I’m up to anything nefarious. I’ve taken care of them for two years. Two years I didn’t know you’d be coming back. If I were in the midst of a scheme, wouldn’t it have happened by now?”

“Maybe. Maybe you were waiting for a big payday. Mighty fine house you got here. Not many caretakers could afford a place like this.”

“I love Ryori and Ledas.” Her voice quivered. “If Mr. Cardinal tried to hurt them, I would not facilitate it. I’d do everything in my power to stop him. You have my word.”

“I don’t know you, lady. Your word means shit.”

Their voices echoing down the hall, the boys crashed around the corner, sliding on the stone tiles in their socks, giggling like schoolgirls. Their giddiness gave her energy, counteracting Shoekki’s vortex of misery.

“This place is sick. Thanks for finding it, Miss Jia. It’s hella roomier than the last house. My Saibas are gonna have the time of their lives out back and in the pool.”

“We’re taking the upstairs room,” Ryori said.

“I figured.”

There was an odd look on Ryori’s face as he approached his brother, flung his arms out, and hugged him, squeezing tight, like he never wanted to let go. Not the smoothest action. Doesn’t look like they did a lot of that before his death. Shoekki puffed his vape, casually extending an arm in reply. The wholesomeness of returning the affection took her by surprise. Ryori’s animated and emotional state was altogether unlike him (save for that time he’d gotten drunk, causing a police officer to bring him home from a bar he’d snuck into). She had never expected things would go this way. Maybe the house would signify them becoming a family, though she’d never force Shoekki to stay around.

“Like, you don’t know how much I missed you. I can’t believe you’re back, especially now that we’ve got this place. Sorry. It’s perfect. Mom would be so happy for us.”

His brother stroked his goatee. “I don’t know how you lucked into this setup. Sweet deal. And Cardinal’s paying. It’s the least that rat fuck could do.”

With a sniffle, Ryori said, “We gotta celebrate your return, Shoekki. A party or something. What do you think?”

“I wouldn’t mind spending a night in the Guac watching the dancers. Their private booths are the definition of classy. Fun’s the name of the game.”

“I know, we’ve been there loads of times,” Ledas said.

Shoekki’s laugh betrayed his overworked smoker’s throat. “Which is utterly absurd. I can’t believe you’ve been doing that. Shit’s reckless and dumb. You’re going to get caught. Sneak beer into the house if you want to get drunk. Going to a bar’s about the stupidest thing you could do, not to mention way more expensive.”

“How about we visit Grampa and Gramma down in the Crimson Fingers? This time of year’s the best weather they’re gonna get for months. It’ll be like old times. Wanna go?”

Ruffling Ryori’s hair, Shoekki broke away from the hug. “Not a bad idea, little dude. Never scored with an island chick before. Wouldn’t mind trying my luck.”

“You’ve always had a way with the ladies. You’ll do great. Is that alright, Jia?” Ryori asked.

He’s grinning ear-to-ear. How could I say no? This would play right into Nhobusa’s hand. I could set him against the Saiyan and end things once and for all. “The budget would allow for that, I believe.”

“It’s been years since we’ve gone on vacation. Not since before…” Shoekki trailed off, raking his teeth over his lower lip. Ryori looked away. Something traumatic must have happened. They’re orphans. I won’t pry. “Yeah, let’s do it. What the hell? I’ll give them a call. I’m sure they’d love to see us again.”

Ryori’s face lit up. His eyes were wet. Her heart beat fast. She was in the right place. This is home. “Heck yeah.” He nudged Ledas in the shoulder. “Dude, I can’t wait to show you where we grew up. We moved to Seikishi when I was nine. I spent most of my life on those islands.”

“What’s the food like? Is it tasty?”

“Kami, it’s always that with you, isn’t it?”

They laughed while Shoekki dialed his grandparents. Jia sucked in air. It’s happening without my interference. Perfect. Now’s my chance. She had waited since Cardinal’s death. Two years. They didn’t know he was gone, didn’t know about the New Red Ribbon Army’s continued existence and persistence against Ledas. There was no way Nhobusa could destroy him. She’d seen what the boy could do and she was far from a martial arts expert. No human could match him with technology or brute strength. Nhobusa was foolish for thinking otherwise, not that she’d dissuade him. He’ll go down like everyone else who’s tried their luck against Ledas. His delusions will be my salvation.

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” she said, exiting the kitchen, returning to the foyer.

Her voice would surely echo, so she went out front. Sweat clung to her lower back. Soon the asphalt would be boiling hot. Thank Kami they had central air. It was now or never.

“Go,” Nhobusa rasped over the phone.

“We’re in the new house. The boys have decided to take a vacation to visit their grandparents to celebrate.”

“Maternal grandparents?”

“Correct. The Saiyan’s coming with.”

“Copy that. We’re not ready. I’ll push Zeshmedinokov to finish the energy-restraining device as soon as possible. Can’t say if it’ll be up and running in time. Regardless, we have contingencies in place. Bring him to us and we’ll snuff him out. I’ll provide you with more details when we have them.”

“As you command, sir.”

She hung up and watched the traffic whiz by. Things were picking up. West City had come to life. She took some small comfort in being in the middle of the madness. Knowing was everything. She wondered what Nhobusa had meant. Cardinal had used an energy-restraining device on Ledas during their first encounter. The next model would be far hardier, far more reliable, far more certain. The assumption was that it would bring him down to their level, making him vulnerable. If it weren’t ready, what were the contingencies? He should have told her. That way, she could have prepared. Maybe he suspected her. No, he hasn’t got a clue. Don’t succumb to paranoia. The New Red Ribbon Army was a shell of its former self. The remaining associates were located in the same Crimson Fingers the boys were about to vacation in. This came as no surprise, as Ryori and Shoekki’s father had been under Cardinal’s employ decades ago. They don’t know about that. I won’t tell them. Not my place.

There was another niggling thought in her head. The NRRA operatives down south had made contact with an alien presence in the region. Makyans, I think they were called. Skinchangers. Blue-skinned demons. Could be Nhobusa intended to set them against Ledas. Whether or not they were party to such a plan, she didn’t know. If he tried anything drastic, she’d sic Ledas on the fool and end things, as messy as that would be. Were he to send those serpent aliens against him, whether through an alliance or happenstance, the result would be the same: the Saiyan would overcome them, as he had every foe he’d faced before. She harbored no uncertainty, thinking to herself as she returned inside, not after what she’d seen.

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June 7, Age 776; 10:36 a.m.

Outside Capsule Corp., West City

He landed with a thud in the backyard, sensing for her presence. Oh yeah, she’s in there. Feels like around the kitchen. Typical Bulma. Vegeta was training in the gravity chamber as per usual. No time for that. Gotta stay focused. Ledas bounded in, calling out for her (twisting several poor, underpaid robots around) before slamming into the wall (leaving a dent that would cost tens of thousands of zeni to repair) on the corner of the entryway to the kitchen. Somebody else could fix that.

Massaging his forehead, he found Bulma bent over, presenting herself, as she rummaged (she was rummaging) through the fridge, looking for a snack. He couldn’t fathom how she hadn’t heard him coming. A smile crept onto his face. You asked for it.

“Hiya, Bulma.”

“Eaaugh,” she screamed, bonking her head on a shelf in the fridge. “What are you doing, scaring me like that? You know, that’s not very nice.”

“Aw, sorry about that. I was wondering if you’ve finished our age adjusters. Shoekki’s looking forward to his.”

With a grimace and rubbing the back of her head, she stood up, settling into her normal, pissy state. This was the Bulma he knew and loved (as a friend, promise). “Don’t sneak up on me like that. Gosh, you need to learn your manners. Were you raised in the woods?”

“My bad, I was excited.”

“Forget it. Anyway, they’re in my lab. Come on, let’s go.”

They crept down the hallways to not wake Mrs. Brief. Being Friday morning, her hangover must’ve been severe. That’s how it usually went. Poor woman. He’d feel bad for her one of these days, surely. They reached her lab, his tail going crazy, flopping about. His entire body was abuzz. He had anticipated this moment. It had been since Lauto in that cave. Even Lieme had recognized the problem. Something had gone wrong (horribly wrong); he’d been afflicted with a terrible curse. He hadn’t aged since then. It made dating Ryori awkward. His boyfriend was growing older while he remained unchanged. He wished he were the same age as Ryori. Made Ryori look like he was dating a kid. That wasn’t true. That wasn’t how it was. He couldn’t stand the anxiety, the judgment people levied upon them. He was done with those prying eyes, everyone asking questions. He wasn’t Ryori’s younger brother; he wouldn’t have to defend himself anymore. Bulma was brilliant. He didn’t know what he’d do without her. Blinking away tears, he cast down his head, buying himself time. Lot of good that’ll do.

“Here you go,” she said, plucking a trio of capsules from her work desk. “Finished them four days ago. Or was it five? I can’t remember. It was a piece of cake. No biggie. I would’ve called had I known you needed them urgently.”

Her palm was outstretched, bathed in artificial light. The sterility and starkness of the room did little to quench his glee. Faltering momentarily, he couldn’t help but snatch them up, his heart thumping, warmth rising in his chest. “Thank you, Bulma. Really, thank you so much. You’re a genius. You don’t know how much this means to me. If you ever need an extra pair of hands in the lab, give me a call. I’m here to help.”

“No sweat. I created a device called the Micro Band a while back that helped fast-track the project. Turned out pretty well if I say so myself. Enjoy.”

Try though he might, he couldn’t prevent his voice from trembling. I’m such a pushover. At least Vegeta isn’t here to laugh at me. “I’ve wanted something like this for what feels like forever. Thank you. I’m so grateful, you don’t even know. You’re the best.”

That smirking, arrogant smile of hers imprinted on the insides of his eyelids as he flew off, and with every blink, he saw her once more. Now I can be me again. She’s the best. Vegeta’s a lucky guy.

Landing in his front yard, he hesitated. Earth’s climate was most excellent. The heat invigorated his bones, reminding him of the years he had spent on Xii. After getting stuck there, I never thought I’d end up in a place like this. Gotta bury the past. Leave it behind and forget the pain. It’s over and done with. He opened a capsule, placed the ash-grey bracelet (thin as a sliver) on his right wrist, and set his age to fifteen. In a burst of light, Ledas’ body changed and grew (less than he expected, to be fair). There was no pain, no regret. He felt his body extend, his bones and limbs growing longer, his skin tingling as it readjusted. Didn’t take more than ten seconds. Looking down, his shadow cast longer than before. A shiver rippled through his body. Finally.

He used his key to unlock the door, stepping in with his head bowed, lost in thought.

“Suprise!” they bellowed.

He flinched, looking up to find a crowd hollering and clapping. The heck? Chiaki and Chiwan and Hachi and Tabashi and Ippi and Azashi were with Jia and Ryori. His eyes met his best friend’s. My love. Ryori beamed, running over. He couldn’t stop himself from doing the same. The feeling was uncontainable.

“Looks like you got the age adjuster. Hell yeah. Look at you—all grown up. You look great.” They hugged while the others whistled and cheered. “Happy birthday, dude.”

“Oh, that’s what this is. Is it already June? Damn. I thought I told you I didn’t want to celebrate.”

“Then don’t. Hang out with our friends and take it easy. They were promised a good time.”

“Aye, I could do that.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be chill. No spectacles or events. We prepared tons of food. It’s gonna be a proper feast. How’s that sound?”

“Show me whatcha got,” he said in a faux prideful tone.

Ryori brought them into the kitchen, Ledas wrapping his tail around his wrist.

The afternoon flew by. They played video games, ate copious amounts of food (enough to fill up even Ledas’ bottomless pit), talked and laughed and bonded. He felt his social anxiety retreating, his shyness diminishing, his comfortability growing. They couldn’t know how much he appreciated it. Would be awkward to admit, so he didn’t. Video games, food, chilling with friends—could a Saiyan ask for more? His jaw hurt from grinning. Seeing everyone was the best gift he could’ve asked for.

His eyes once again met Ryori’s, who was looking him up and down. Like what you see, dude? Ryori’s cheeks were flushed ever so. The sounds of chatter and banter popped in the air. A rippling pulse cut through his vision. He couldn’t contain his emotions. Neither could Ryo. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Couldn’t have asked for a better mate.

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June 7, Age 776, 4:33 p.m.

Kedarake Observatory, Asazari

Smoke lingered in the air. The sounds of Vestigia and Zesh clattering on their keyboards tempered the tension inside the command post. The room was tightly packed, the walls adorned with monitors, their desks overburdened with papers, cups, and empty bags of chips, each associate overseeing a different side. Nhobusa didn’t trust his lower-level employees to take part in today’s meeting. Loyalty had to be earned. He paced from one monitor to the other. Most cameras showed the perimeters of Asazari. Others observed Hosomaki, Raskintown, and Tansei, not to mention the camera angled at their usual meeting place on Umihebiza. Silence permeated the room. His fingers thrummed against his elbow as he scanned the feeds. No pirates. Outstanding. Should be a quiet day.

“He’s come, sir, and brought with him a host. Shall I let them in?” Vestigia asked.

Nhobusa eyed the feed above the entrance to the compound. Softening, he nodded. So it begins. “Don’t do anything rash. Hold your positions. Let me do the talking. Remember: he’s not our enemy.”

As far as he knows. His soldiers grunted in affirmation. With a metallic groan, the door creaked open. In came the alien, a pungent aroma of spice preceding him, smelling like cinnamon, though sharper and with exotic undertones he couldn’t place. The proud blue-skinned man, hugging his palatinate cape, made his way over, grinding his teeth. He wore lighter armor than his crew and was notably the only demon not sporting a helmet (most were horned or jaggedly wrought).

“Why have you called me? I thought we were never to meet here.”

“Things have changed. The monkey’s coming,” Nhobusa said, moving to greet him. They wouldn’t shake hands or engage in banter. This was strictly business. I can’t be too friendly. I’m not a good enough actor. If he catches me, it’s over. Maintaining their professional relationship, which he had cultivated for more than a decade, was critical so he could get the most out of the aliens in the battles to come. Then it’s their turn. “It’s up to you to face him until Zeshmedinokov’s ki-restraining device is ready. That is if you think you can manage.”

The Makyan picked at his teeth, his shoulders loose. “Won’t be a problem. I’ll shatter him. But be warned, I won’t do it for free.”

“Whatever you need in the meantime is our treat. However many.”

“Triple the yield, half the frequency, and bring us natives—we’re getting sick of tourist meat. Do that, and we’re yours.”

“It’s done. You have my word. Tresparson and Morucan will meet you at the usual place tomorrow. Sound good?”

“You’ve proven useful. I have no reason to doubt you. We have a nice thing going. As long as you provide us with meat, we’re good. The alien will perish by my hands.”

He took too long to respond, thinking over how best to maintain a neutral tone. I’ll fix that for next time. Can’t slip up. “As you wish, Chervil. I’ll give you the details of when and where to ambush him. He’ll be here in two days. I’d prefer if you didn’t attack him immediately. We’ll pick our spot. Do not underestimate him, even if he’s a boy. He’s not like the humans. His power’s immense.”

“Naturally. You wouldn’t have called me otherwise. Keep me informed. I’m eager to be rid of him. Victory will be sweet, the taste of his blood sweeter.”

“No worries there. Have a good night.”

The wind swirling, the Makyan exited, and with him went the weight in the air. Nhobusa resumed his pacing. Vestigia shuddered, though she didn’t have anything to say. If Chervil can’t do it, no one can. He eyed Zeshmedinokov, who was watching a podcast featuring two elderly women (he couldn’t be certain—they could have been wearing wigs and makeup) sitting in what looked like an antique house shooting the shit. He laughed along, munching on a bag of vending machine pretzels, oblivious to the aliens. This is it. Time to show the alien what we’re made of. Zesh has to prove his worth right here, right now. He cannot let me down. Not that he didn’t deserve downtime. Everyone did. Nevertheless, it grated Nhobusa that he chose to do so at that moment.

Cigarettes were a foul pollutant. He wouldn’t tell them to stop smoking, for keeping them happy made them more efficient. Ultimately, he was ready for this to be over and done with. The New Red Ribbon Army’s ultimate plan will be actualized. I’ll do whatever it takes. Before the end of the year, Earth will be rid of its parasitic alien intruders as well as that useless mutt of a king. I’ll save the world, and in return, they’ll accept me as their ruler.

He found himself walking back and forth again, looking to the security cams as if they would provide him a cool measure of relief. He knew he shouldn’t feel as anxious as he did, and yet acknowledging it did nothing to sway the inner workings of his brain.

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June 8, Age 776, 11:41 a.m.

West City International Airport, West City

They caught a plane to South City where they boarded a boat that would take them on the eighteen-hour journey to the Crimson Fingers. Years had passed since he’d last been there. Pain stabbed him thinking back. Mom and Dad were around last time we were in Hosomaki. His past was rife with anguish and suffering. To chase it was folly, an impossibility not worth wasting emotions on.

He couldn’t help but remember. Remembering was the hardest part. It brought back daggers slicing through his memories. Seeing his grandparents again would open old wounds he’d never recovered from. Time doesn’t heal deep wounds. I’ll never stop missing them. He had to carry that weight. At the same time, it wouldn’t be proper to make a drama queen of himself. This was a vacation. He had to bite his tongue and bear it.

The ship was capable of holding maybe ten people. Its cabin and lower deck took up most of the real estate. A modest area out back where nets and buckets and toolboxes were strewn about provided a scenic view. This hardly looked like a vessel capable of handling the open ocean. He’d expected a mighty cruiseliner or yacht.

They’d have to sleep on the couches and chairs because the single bed belonged to the pair of grey-bearded sailors who owned the boat (not that he’d want to sleep in there, no matter how clean they promised to make it). It was a pleasant, mild day, the waters were clear and calm, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. A strong, salty aroma was carried along by a thin breeze. Perfect weather to get going.

“Where’s everyone else?” Ryori asked.

“Not many go down to the Fingers this time of year. Those who choose to have already gone. You’re a week late. The Kurenai Harumatsuri is wrapping up right about now. Most tourists go down to see the tail end of the festival and stay for the Kurenai Natsumatsuri. That’s why there ain’t ferries running. Wouldn’t be anyone to take. You four are it. Buckle in. The cold will hit hard when we get there. Did you pack heavier clothing?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m aware. I used to live there. We know what we’re getting into,” Ryori said.

The sailor gave him a dark look. He isn’t impressed. Probably thinks I’m too young to know what I’m doing. Fuck that. I don’t have to prove myself. He doesn’t know me. I was born there.

“Alright, let’s get going. We have a schedule to keep,” Shoekki said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “Thank you for doing this, sirs. We appreciate it.”

The man mumbled under his breath, the words getting lost in his beard. They only agreed to this because Jia paid them half a fortune. Lucky us. The journey was expectedly tedious. The ocean went on and on. They rarely came across another ship. Didn’t matter because the schedule hadn’t allowed for mingling. Shoekki spent his time out back with the fishermen, gabbling away and helping catch fish for dinner. Jia kept to herself, texting and reading a trashy supermarket romance novel with a hot bare-chested guy on the cover. Ryori hung with Ledas in the meager kitchen, playing a racing game on their Switches.

Every time he looked up at Ledas, he was startled. The age adjuster was so cool. Now he was fifteen for real. He was even more handsome than he had been before. Shoekki wore his too, and while he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different about him, he did look slightly older. His goatee was longer. He had a thicker appearance, as if he’d puffed up, although it wasn’t like his face was inflamed.

The fishermen caught a swordfish, so they had swordfish sushi for dinner along with miso soup and saké (the boys were given a single cup apiece while the adults drank as much as they wanted). The alcohol loosened their moods. The boatmen opened up, regaling stories of pirates and storms and mermaids. Ryori found himself red-cheeked and laughing in spite of himself. The night went by in a euphoric blur.

He fell asleep on the couch while Jia and Shoekki played on their phones at the table. At least the fishermen had provided them with pillows and blankets. Comfort hadn’t been an issue.

In the morning, Ryori awoke in Ledas’ arms, his head throbbing, his belly rumbling. He was unbelievably tired. His body ached, like he’d been hit by a truck. Shoekki sipped coffee at the table, puffing on his vape every few seconds (he tended to hit it hard after waking up). Shit. He saw us. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep with Ledas. The saké had made him recklessly careless. His face grew hot as he rose, yawning loudly to hide his embarrassment.

“Sleep well?”

“Eh, I kept waking up. Felt like we were getting tossed around all night.”

“The waters were hella choppy. Calmed down before daybreak. That’ll change when we get closer.”

“I remember.”

“The saké got you blitzed, dude. Haven’t seen you smile like that in years.”

He got to his feet, his eyes lingering on Ledas, his heartbeat quickening. So cute when he’s sleeping. So innocent and peaceful. Nobody could tell his an alien when he’s like that. “My head’s killing me. Where’s the water?”

“Bottles are in the fridge.”

“Gotcha.”

He shuffled over to the mini fridge, feeling his brother’s eyes on him. Trying his best to ignore him, he procured a bottle of water and chugged it down in roughly ten seconds, gasping in relief when he was done. I needed that. He took a second, knowing he was dehydrated.

“Did you notice you fell asleep on him?”

“What?”

“Last night,” Shoekki said, vaping a long hit. “Ledas went to bed early. Don’t you remember? Then I gave you an extra cup of saké when they weren’t looking and you got hella drunk. Shit was hilarious. You made them sing sailor songs and tried joining in despite not knowing the words.”

“Damn, I don’t remember any of that.”

“Eventually, you staggered over there and fell on top of him. I’m surprised he didn’t wake up.”

“Um, oops. Didn’t mean to do that. Thankfully he’s a heavy sleeper.”

Shoekki’s eyes narrowed. “Really? Sure he didn’t wake up? Looked like you were fumbling under the blankets. Jockeying for position?”

Damn it. I didn’t realize he was awake for that. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Had to be the boat rocking.”

“Uh-huh.”

He slunk out the back to piss off the rear of the boat. He tried to slow his breathing. Wasn’t the best attempt. He finished the second bottle before his bladder emptied. His head wasn’t throbbing badly anymore. His stomach twisted in knots. He felt light of breath, his lips tingling. Wiping sweat from his brow, he closed his eyes and tried to lower his heart rate through controlled breathing. I'll tell him when I’m ready. Not yet. I need more time.

They had scrambled eggs for breakfast. It wasn’t more than an hour later the greybearded sailor with the crooked nose spotted the outstretched cove of Hosomaki on the horizon. It’s been too long, he thought. I’ve missed this place. Can’t wait to see Grandpa and Grandma again. The last time they’d been together had been at his mother’s funeral. The worst day of my life. I wonder if they’ve gotten over it. I haven’t. Never will. He shuddered, bottling in the emotions.

Not long after, they eased into port. Jia gave the men a tip before everyone bid them goodbye. It wasn’t as cold as they had expected, though they wore long pants, jackets, and gloves. Ryori took a deep breath. That earthy, salty smell triggered in him a nostalgic response that made goosebumps prickle down his arms. The port was covered on two sides by volcanic rock, making it an ideal place for a settlement. It came as no surprise Hosomaki’s port was its only inhabited area (aside from a few reclusive hermits). Today was especially busy. Ships came in and out of port, mostly fishing and trading vessels. The bustle of merchants and natives could be seen from the docks. This was ever so familiar. He found it impossible to keep his heart from beating emphatically.

He pointed to the shore. “Ledas, look, it’s the Crimson Beach.”

“Why’s it called that?”

“Look at the color of the sand,” Shoekki said.

“Oof, my bad. Are we checking that out first?”

“Nah, let’s head to my grampa’s pub. It’s called Ohano’s,” Ryori said, pointing to the two-story building to their left.

The bar was on the docks because customers tended to pull up in their boats. Shoekki led them in, Jia texting as she followed. He wondered what she was doing. She wasn’t usually glued to her phone. Truth be told, he didn’t care. He squeezed his fingers into fists, trying to excise his anxiety. It had been years, so many years, since he’d set foot on these planks. He was ready to see them again. His heart burned. The pub looked as it had back in the day—robust, sturdy, and towering over the other buildings in the vicinity. For some reason, he felt a sense of pride seeing it again.

Ohano’s smelled of fish and beer and disinfectant, and once again, he was overcome by the nostalgia that brought him. It’s the same. Like it used to be. Memories of his childhood returned to him in fractured pieces. He tried hard to blink back tears, to not let them see. Maybe that worked. He wished his memory were better. At least he could recall enough to be certain he was home again. Ledas walked with him, pressing his body against his. The warmth of his proximity was a welcome addition, so long as they kept their relationship on the down-low. They had to be careful. Thankfully, he didn’t force intimacy. He was there for him. Ryori appreciated his tact.

The bar looked much as it had in his childhood. It was mostly wooden inside, with shag rugs, half a dozen tables, the walls covered in shark jaws, paintings (several drawn by his father, which gave him immense pride), pictures, and ship parts (rudders, wheels, and several topless female figureheads). He remembered.

There weren’t many people in there at this hour. A handful of overnight fishermen were finishing up their day before heading off to bed. A couple guys were playing pool while a group of five drunken men were engaged in a heated darts competition. And there was his grandfather, at his usual place behind the bar, wiping it down with a rag whilst whistling to himself.

“Grampa!” Ryori cried, his voice quivering, running over. His skin was warm. Shoekki was with him. Ledas and Jia remained behind, providing awkward support.

Startled, Grandpa looked up, his blue eyes shimmering. His shoulders seemed to buckle. “Shoekki, Ryori, welcome back.” He slid out from behind the bar to hug them. “I’ve missed you. Look at how much you’ve grown. You’re nearly grown, Ryori. I can’t believe it. And Shoekki, you’ve matured into a fine young man. You look just like your father.”

“Good to see you, Grandpa. How have things been around here?

“Eh, same old same old. There's not much to say. Been fairly quiet, as you’d expect. What about you? How’s life in Seikishi?”

“We’re in West City now. Everything’s great. I’m in school and Shoekki’s working as a security guard at Dream Land.”

“Security, nice. That’s admirable. How do you like it?”

Shoekki exhaled forcefully through his nose. “It’s chill and boring. A lot of standing around and waiting for shit to go down. I can’t complain. The pay’s good.”

“Who are these two with you? You mentioned them on the phone. They live with you, I recall.”

“I’m Jia. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ohano,” she said, stepping forward to shake his hand. “I’m the boys’ caretaker. I was sent by the government to watch over them until they reach the age of eighteen.”

“Good to meet you, ma’am. I hope my boys aren’t giving you too much trouble. They can be rowdy.”

“Honestly, they’ve been great. Caring for them’s been lovely. No issues.”

“Well, I have to say that’s surprising. You’ve mellowed as you’ve gotten older,” he said, looking at Ryori. They laughed. Thankfully she didn’t tell him about me getting arrested two years back. Jia’s cool like that. “And who’s this?” he asked, gesturing to Ledas, who stood prim and proper, timid as a schoolgirl on stage in front of all the parents.

“That’s Ledas. Ryori’s friend. He’s lived with us for the past two years.”

Ledas waved sheepishly. Ryori bit his lip to prevent himself from bursting out in a guffaw. He can be such an alien sometimes.

“Good to meet you,” Grandpa said, thrusting out his hand. A moment passed before Ledas realized he was meant to shake it. Ryori had difficulty maintaining composure.

“Where are we going first, Grampa?” Ryori asked.

“After I close for the morning, why don’t we take a fishing trip on the Blue Breeze? We can explore the islands after you’ve rested.”

“Sounds great, but can I get one of Gramma’s special drinks before we go? My stomach was acting up on the trip down. I nearly hurled.”

“Sure that was seasickness and not a hangover?” Shoekki asked with a derisive grin.

Ryori flipped him off. Ain’t nobody got time for that. “Like I don’t know the difference.”

“Settle down, you two. I have just the tonic, Ryori. Take a seat. I’ll prepare it for you. Everyone else, get comfortable. We have about an hour before I close down for the afternoon. Feel free to order any food or drinks you like.”

Ledas perked up, his hair seemingly spiking as if he were being electrocuted. “Food? Oh please Mr. Ohano, I need to see a menu right away.”

They took their seats at the bar, his grandpa handing Ledas a menu (Ryori helped him read it) and preparing Ryori the seasickness draught. As a wee lad, he had suffered horribly from seasickness. Some days had been worse than others. He didn’t know why he had been cursed in that way. It was a cruel irony. An island boy who can’t handle himself on a boat. I’m a pushover. His grandma had come up with a concoction to alleviate his suffering (to a degree), and whether it functioned as a placebo didn’t matter. The drink contained ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon, black pepper, and a splash of whiskey. It always helped. A lot better than nothing.

Ledas ordered three plates of chicken gyōza, pigging out while Shoekki ordered a shot of shōchū. They talked with their grandpa, Jia joining in, catching up on things, over the next hour. It was almost like they hadn’t been away for years. When he finished his meal, Ledas excused himself to join the dart players, though he kept coming back to Jia for more money, as he was terrible at the game.

After five or so times, Jia admonished him for throwing away zeni on a fruitless effort. “Why don’t you hunt down the skinchangers instead? That’s more up your alley. Honestly, this region’s rife with them. The people could use your help.”

“Huh, what are you talking about, Miss Jia?”

“The tale of the skinchangers has persisted for decades. Rumor has it they’ve been hunting us for the better part of a century, taking a handful of people every month. Tourists, mostly. It’s believed they eat their prey,” Grandpa said. “Whether or not they exist, I cannot say. There must be a reason for the stories. Could be a serial killer who’s using the legend as a mask. The townsfolk have whispered about the possibility. Can’t say for certain.”

“What are they exactly?” Ledas asked. “Aliens, demons, monsters?”

Jia hid behind her glass of water. “Nobody knows. It’s thought they live on Umihebiza, the southernmost island.”

“How do you know?”

She thrust up her chin. There was a glow about her. “I work for SAARO, Ledas. I used to be stationed at the government’s outpost on Asazari. We’ve been trying to tackle the issue for decades, to figure out if it’s real. We don’t know. Could be. I confess we’ve never caught one on camera.”

“Grandpa, isn’t there a weird structure to the north of here? A castle-like thingy rising out of the ocean. I remember hearing about it from sailors,” said Shoekki.

“Aye, it’s there. Every sailor worth their salt has come across it. Could be an ancient monument. We don’t know if it’s related to the skinchangers. More than a hundred have sworn on their ships they’ve seen the creatures lurking in those waters.”

“Sir, what do they look like?” Ledas’ voice was eager and trembling. Like a hooked fish. He’s totally going on an adventure. No stopping him.

“They’re tall with red eyes, blue skin, and white hair. People have described them as snake-folk. Serpentine. Can’t speak to the veracity of the claim. Haven’t seen one myself. Don’t get caught up in it. They’re the government’s problem. SAARO has an outpost on Asazari where they’re monitoring skinchanger activity. It’s up to them to deal with the demons if they’re real. Your caretaker may know more about them. Can’t say I do.”

“Yeah, of course. Just curious.”

Ryori sipped his drink. His stomach felt better. Grandpa has no idea. Side-eyeing Ledas, he thought, he won’t leave the island without hunting them down, to whatever end. He expected it. Would be foolish to think otherwise. If he goes searching for them, I’m going too. I wanna see him fight for real. He had never shown Ryori his true power, not that he’d be able to understand what was going on at those speeds. From what he’d seen, Ledas was insanely powerful. If this was to be a true vacation, one for the books, he’d like to see Ledas eviscerate the skinchangers with his own eyes. Then and only then would he know him.

Time flew by. He couldn’t believe they were back. Things almost felt normal. His brother was alive, he was with those he loved, and he was home. Couldn’t have asked for anything more, Ryori thought, the whiskey breathing fire into his veins, except for Mom and Dad. I miss them so much.

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June 9, Age 776; 10:14 a.m.

On the Blue Breeze, 0.8803112 kilometers off the coast, Hosomaki

Nursing another ginger concoction, Ryori observed Hosomaki disappear behind a veil of low-hanging fog. The Blue Breeze eased out of the cove, dipping into the deep, and soon the haze of fog was a speck on the horizon. His blood ran hot. Shoekki appeared beside him, a cup of coffee in one hand, his vape in the other. He alternated between them like an addicted juggler. Silence persisted for what felt like ages. He blinked and blinked, almost tasting the salt in the air. The wind was too fierce, that was all. Nothing was the matter.

“How’s it feel to be back?”

“Empty.”

“True, there aren’t as many people here anymore. Maybe because of the skinchangers, maybe they’ve been moving away—”

“No,” Ryori replied in a thin voice almost lost under the roar of the motor. “Mom and Dad aren’t here. It’s not the same without them. Everyone told me I’d get over it, that I’d be happy again someday, but that isn’t really true, is it? Hasn’t gotten better. I still miss them as much as the day they died.”

“I do too. Look, don’t get down on yourself. We’ll carry the pain for the rest of our lives. You can’t let it consume you, though. Mom and Dad would’ve wanted us to live for them. They’d want us to make something of ourselves, as cheesy as that sounds. You know it’s true.”

“I know, I know, but it’s hard.” He took a long swig from his thermos. “Sorry, not trying to bring down the mood. It’s just, after coming back, I’ve been thinking about them a lot. I miss them. Why’d it have to be this way? Why’d we have to be left to deal with this shit? It isn’t fair.”

Having finished his coffee, crumpling the plastic cup and stuffing it in his pocket, his brother clasped a hand on his shoulder, looking over the water, sucking in his vape. “You’re right, it isn’t fair. Life’s like that. You’ll understand the older you get. We’re resilient. We won’t give up. That’s not in our blood. Think of the shit with Cardinal. You went two years without me. As tough as that was, you persevered. You can and you will be stronger for this. Trust me, it’s part of growing up. Everyone loses people they love. We won’t forget them, but we can’t let it consume us.”

“I had Ledas’ help, but yeah. You being gone was fucked. I missed you. Glad you’re here again. At least the family’s kinda back together,” he said with a sniffle. “Even if you move out or whatever, please stay in touch. You’re all I have besides Ledas.”

Laid it on too thick. Fuck. Didn’t mean to say it like that. He probably knows. Has to. Can’t tell him yet. It’s not the right time. I’m not ready. He shuddered. There wasn’t enough whiskey in his cup.

“I’ll always be there for you, Ryo. You know that. C’mon, don’t get down. We’re on vacation. The alcohol isn’t that strong, is it? You don’t have much of a tolerance.”

He scoffed. “What did you expect? I’m fifteen. I’m not supposed to drink.”

Shoekki was looking off over the water. “That hasn’t been the case, has it?” When he shrugged, his brother said, “Let’s go inside. C’mon. It’s cold as fuck. I’m freezing my balls off.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He dodged the shit about Ledas. He’ll ask about it soon. I have to be ready. Have to be true to myself. Can’t be a coward. Back in the cabin, Grandpa regaled Ledas about his days as an octopus wrestler. The Saiyan chuckled as he pointed to his wall of medals (three silvers, a gold, and seven bronzes). Ryori had heard these stories countless times before. They always made him shiver. Getting into the water alone is scary enough. Touching those slippery, slimy monsters would be too much. I couldn’t handle that. Shit’s whack. He’s hella braver than me.

“Ryori, how are you feeling?” his grandfather asked.

“I’m okay. Not gonna hurl. Is there any more of this?” he asked, holding up his cup. “I might need a second round.”

“Ah yes, I expected as much. I prepared a large batch just in case,” he said, pulling a thermos out from under the table and pouring it into Ryori’s. His decisive balance impressed him. Didn’t spill a drop.

“Thanks, Grampa.”

“Have you heard about the octopus wrestling championships? Your grandpa’s a legend. Total badass.”

Enduring his twisting stomach, he managed half a smile. “I’ve heard the stories. Crazy stuff. Unfathomable. I could never.”

He drank more and more. Time went by in semi-slow motion. His thoughts kept him in a perpetual wind tunnel of monotony. He tried his best to listen to Shoekki, to let it go, to be strong. Needless to say, the burden upon his shoulders grew heavier with every passing second. There would be no relief. His parents weren’t coming back. Before he knew it, the sailboat came to a stop. Grandpa took them out back to fish. He’d taught Ryori how to almost a decade ago. It had been years since he’d had a pole in his hands. He could hardly remember how it went.

He exchanged a look with his brother. Grandpa instructed Ledas how to cast a line, how to bait a hook, how to reel in a catch. It felt as if he were reliving his childhood. He had to admit, he got a kick out of it. There were poles for them as well. Ryori’s fishing rod was back home, stored in a capsule somewhere. He regretted forgetting to bring it. A piece was missing.

They spent the better part of the morning (bleeding into the afternoon) casting their lines, and for the most part, not catching anything worth mentioning. Certainly, they hadn’t found dinner. Around one or two, Ledas’ line sharply cut to the side. He nearly went overboard before catching himself and pulling back. Is he showing off, or was he that unaware?

Grandpa ran to his side, urging him to reel it in. Ledas rolled the switch, pulling up, and oh how the tip of his rod dipped under the weight and pressure. He’s snagged a big one. Try as he might to bring it in, the great fish adamantly refused to be caught, putting up a right proper fight. He yanked and heaved and swung his pole from side to side. It wasn’t enough. The line snapped. Ledas flew into the wall, leaving a dent.

“Oh my, Ledas, are you okay?” Grandpa asked.

“Damn, that’s a stubborn fish. He doesn’t know who he’s messing with. I’ll be right back.”

Without warning, Ledas ran back to his pole, jumping off the end of the boat, diving deep into the water. Oh no. Why’d he have to do that? His pride’s out of control. His grandfather and brother gasped. Ryori didn’t know what to say.

“Ledas, Ledas! Oh, damn it all. Out of my way. We have to get him. There’s no time.” Grandpa ran into the cabin, preparing to turn the boat around. He doesn’t get it. Not his fault. Ledas isn’t like us.

Shoekki’s eyes had grown wide. He coughed. “What the hell? Is he suicidal or stupid? There’s no way. Bro, he’s not coming back. Shit. That was about the dumbest thing he could’ve done.”

“He’ll be fine,” Ryori found himself saying. “Don’t worry.”

“You’re a lunatic. He’ll get swept away and drown. Shit, this is awful. Can’t jump overboard like that. The water’s freezing. Oh, fuck. He’s gone. I can’t believe it.”

“No, he’s okay. Really, he’s just, uh, hot-headed. Trust me, it’s fine. Everything’ll be alright.”

Before Shoekki could reply, Ledas burst from the churning blue, showering them in seawater, holding a massive bluefin tuna sideways in his right hand, a cool look on his face. He hovered over the ocean, water dripping down the tip of his hanging tail. No explaining that. Damn it. He hated to admit he found Ledas’ boldness charming. His heartbeat quickened, a fluttery feeling buzzing through his chest. I’ll seed you for that, Leeds.

He landed next to his chair, throwing the flopping fish onto the floor before elbowing it. “Got him. I told ya he couldn’t get away. He’s a fighter, I’ll give him that. Against anyone else, he might’ve won. Unlucky.”

“What the shit?” The color had drained from Shoekki’s face. “You were flying. That fish has to weigh almost two hundred kilos. What’s going on? That isn’t possible. This can’t be real. That did not just happen.”

Grandpa sprinted out from the cabin, having felt the fish land. His hand covered his mouth. “Ledas, I, how’d you do that? What’s going on?”

His eyes locked with Ryori’s. He felt a chill descend down his shoulders. Guess it’s time. “You didn’t tell them, Ryo?”

“Nah, but it’s fine. No biggie. Do the honors.”

“I’m a Saiyan. Sorry, I guess it never came up before. I’m not like you guys. I’m not from this planet.”

“A Saiyan? The hell’s that?” Shoekki was utterly perplexed.

“He’s an alien. He can fly. Physically, he’s hella stronger than you or me,” Ryori said. “I, uh, meant to bring it up. Don’t worry, he’s cool. He’s the reason Cardinal came to Seikishi. That fucker was looking for him.”

“Seriously?”

Grandpa wiped his brow. “Ryori, please, don’t go telling tall tales. That’s absurd even by your standards.”

“He’s not lying,” Ledas said. “See?” He leveled an arcing cyan energy blast through the sky, landing miles away on the horizon, detonating like a bomb. He rose to the air, hovering. “I promise I’m not pulling shenanigans. Ryori was telling the truth.”

“Holy shit. I wouldn’t believe it had I not seen it with my own eyes. Does Jia know?”

Ryori nodded. She knows everything. “Of course.”

“Don’t frighten us like that again,” his grandfather said. “I thought you were done for. Fish food. Never seen anything like that in all my years. You’re a wild one.”

“Aw, my bad. Didn’t mean to make you worry. Really, it was nothing. Good-sized fish, wouldn’t you say?”

Ryori raced over, hanging on his shoulder. “We’ll be eating good tonight, dude.”

“You can say that again. This is a fine specimen. It’d go for millions of zeni on the open market,” his grandfather said.

Shoekki snorted, exhaling his vape. “Shit, man. That’s wild. You blew my mind. Can you teach us how to fly?”

Ledas laughed and Ryori found himself joining in. His grandfather looked like he had seen a bigfin squid. Shoekki doesn’t care. In that realization, his blood cooled, and he felt the world spinning a bit less. Maybe there’s no reason to hide. I still need time. I’ll tell him soon.

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June 9, Age 776; 10:19 p.m.

Sea of Clouds Onsen, Hosomaki

Shoekki went with them to the Sea of Clouds Onsen to sweat one off after a long day. He’d recommended the place. No reason not to trust him. Scores of people were in there, though thankfully none were in the same room. His anxiety would’ve gone into overdrive otherwise. Better off without them watching. They shared a pool, wearing nothing except their underwear. They had been given the option to go in nude. Ledas hadn’t wanted to go down that path. Beyond the weirdness factor of doing so with Shoekki (human culture be damned), being naked around Ryori meant he wouldn’t be able to maintain a flaccid disposition; he didn’t want to embarrass himself. Easy choice.

They had a nice soak, a good soak, the soak of the year. The room was misty, and the walls were built of viridian-black stone dripping with water. The onsen had come highly recommended by the Hareki brothers. He had nothing to complain about. Onsens were a human peculiarity he’d never experienced before. Not a bad idea. The Planet Trade could’ve used places like this back in the day.

“It was good to see them again. Today was amazing,” Shoekki said, sinking into the pool.

They followed him in. The water felt wonderful against his skin. Tension melted away. He hadn’t felt this good in a while. The wind had picked up as the sun had gone down. It was downright frigid outside. An excellent contrast. This was already his favorite spot on the island. Has to be one of humanity’s finest inventions.

Ryori rubbed his temples. “Man, I’m tired. Today’s gone on forever. I wanna go to bed.”

“We’re just stopping by for a quick dip. Don’t stress, I’ll get you home. You can handle it.”

“Did you come here when you were little?” Ledas asked.

“Yup, Dad used to bring us here once or twice a week. I missed it. There’s nothing like it in West City. So nice to be back. In any case, are you ready to explore the other islands? Grandpa’s taking us to Asazari tomorrow. That’s the government observatory. They have a zoo for tourists to gawk at native dinosaurs and birds and shit like that.”

“Ohhh, that sounds like fun. Another boat ride, great,” Ryori mumbled, slurring his speech. He sank low into the water, suppressing a yawn. He needs to go to bed. I don’t wanna carry him back.

An underwear-clad man entered the room, whistling and running his fingers through his long, slicked-back hair. He made his way over while twirling his towel. It’s a big onsen. Why can’t he pick another pool? His heart thumped. The man eased into the water, at first saying nothing. An awkward silence befell the room. Ledas didn’t enjoy making small talk, especially with strangers. He wasn’t going to break the ice. Not a soul in the universe could make him.

“Chilly night,” the man said.

“Is the wind still kicking up?” Shoekki asked.

“Gusting a bit. Might be a storm coming in. Thought I saw rain clouds in the distance. Make sure you bundle up before you leave. Stick together. Skinchangers don’t go after groups. Never have.”

“That’s a legend. There aren’t any skinchangers,” Ryori said.

The man ran a hand through his curly black hair, wetting it. “Believe what you want. People have been going missing for decades. If it’s not skinchangers, might be a serial killer or two. Same difference. Either way, those who go missing never show up again. Something’s going on. It’s a mystery. The roads aren’t safe at night. They’re watching. Always watching. Keep your wits about you.”

“I dunno, Mr. Ohano said there’s been plenty of sightings. If they weren’t real, why are there hecka sightings?”

Shoekki said, “Tons of people claim to see bigfoot every year and there’s no proof of it either. People are gullible; your eyes can play tricks on you.”

“We live in a wild place. Can’t be too careful. You packin’ heat?” the man asked.

“Nah, we’re tourists. Our grandfather lives here. He has a gun. Most natives conceal carry from what I recall.”

“Right you are. Tourists are easy pickings. I keep my pistol on me when going out. Anyone worth their salt does the same. Your grandfather here?”

“Sounds like a question a serial killer would ask.”

“The Fingers are a queer place at night. Watch your backs. Do not dawdle. Get home quickly. Trust me, the skinchangers are real. They prey upon tourists. Stick together. Don’t wander off.”

“Thanks for the advice, but we’re good,” Ledas said. I’m not gonna tell you why. “The thing is, I don’t understand why they’re called skinchangers. Every description makes them sound monstrous or demonic. Whose skin are they changing into?”

The man reclined against the pool’s wall, closing his eyes. His voice was low and raspy, his tone deliberate and almost sounding put-on (he couldn’t exactly tell). “Ah, that’s the thing. It’s said the skinchangers can morph into the last person they killed. They sneak onto the islands and hunt down their prey while pretending to be a drunken native or lost tourist. I’ve heard they use deceit to disarm their quarry. Whether or not it’s true, hey, I can’t say. Never seen one. But people are goin’ missin’. Keep an eye out. Remain alert, vigilant, and cautious at night. Don’t let ‘em get you.”

That was about all he had to say, and soon after, the awkwardness building again, they decided to pack in for the night. Ledas was eternally grateful to Shoekki for reading the room. They excused themselves from the man, who bid them goodnight while floating on his back, got dressed, and made a hasty escape. Ryori lagged behind, pressing his thumb and forefinger against the bridge of his nose, complaining about being dead tired. We can get home faster if you hurry up, dude.

The wind blew hard through the streets. No humans were out and about. Cloud-scattered starlight and moonlight lit the way (luckily, for the sake of the nearby buildings, the moon wasn’t full). As they walked, Ledas felt for any nearby power levels, wishing for the skinchangers to come. He craved nothing more than to vaporize them to dust in front of Ryori and Shoekki. That’d be cool. That’d make this a proper vacation. His fingers tingled with anticipation.

“Hey, look at this,” Shoekki said, stopping at a street light. He ripped off a piece of paper that had been taped to the pole.

He recognized the blue-skinned, white-haired drawing of a most insidious creature, and that roused in him a fire that made him forget the cold. He cracked his spine, falling into a confident posture.

“Aw, c’mon read it. You know I suck at your Earth language.”

“It’s a reward—a bounty. ‘Anyone with information on or evidence of the so-called skinchangers, please contact the SAARO office on Asazari at 22-784-37372. Bodies wanted dead or alive. Reward: Ƶ1,000,000 per body.’ Sheesh. A mil. That’s serious zeni. The government isn’t playing around. They must know something we don’t.”

He couldn’t hide the glee in his voice. “It’s a bounty. Ryo. They need a bounty hunter’s help. Aw yeah. I’m the guy. This is perfect. Beelzebub and I set up an intergalactic bounty-hunting operation a couple days ago. I’ll have to tell him. This will be our second case.”

Shoekki rolled his eyes. “Bounty hunting? You’re a teenager, bro. Ain’t no way. You’ll get yourself killed.”

He exchanged a look with Ryori, raising an eyebrow (Ryori was too tired to offer much, empathetically). “I can handle myself. There’s no way the skinchangers are stronger than me. I would’ve sensed them by now if they were. I got this.”

“Yeah, dude, Ledas isn’t a normal guy. You saw how he handled that fish. He’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. We’re fine. I’m great. Don’t worry about a thing.” Ryori waved his hands theatrically.

“Look, I can’t stop you from going on a wild goose chase. Don’t bail on the activities our grandparents have planned. Do it in your free time. Spending time with them is more important. It’s why we’re here. That’s enough nonsense for today. Let’s get out of here.”

Shoekki took them back to Mr. Ohano’s house, Ledas hanging close to Ryori. When they were far enough away, he whispered, “So what do you think? Wanna go on an adventure with me? It’ll be my second bounty-hunting mission. I’m super excited. It’ll be heaps of fun, promise. And don’t worry, you won’t be in danger. I’ll protect you. I’ll show you how strong I truly am.”

Ryori’s face lit up, as tired as he was. “I’m down. But, like, don’t tell anyone until we’ve been paid. I wanna see the looks on their faces when we tell them we’ve got Ƶ1,000,000.”

“It’s gonna be way more than that. There has to be more than one of ‘em.”

Wind whipped at the back of his neck. His pulse beat with the thrill of the hunt. Maybe this would be a nice vacation. Rainclouds were drifting in from the water. They pounded fists and caught up with Shoekki, who had paused to wait for them. Poor guy doesn’t have a clue.

2. Demon Hunters Incorporated™

June 10, Age 776; 7:00 a.m.

Ryori’s room, Ohano house, Hosomaki

The alarm rang with shrill urgency, breaking Ryori from his slumber, playing an ever-familiar, irritating jingle on repeat. Groaning and unwilling to move, he lay there, his cheek against Ledas’ neck, faffing about, before leaning over and snatching his phone from the nightstand. Lucidity had been forced upon him unwillingly. There was no recourse save to dive head-first into the day. It would be a while before he could return to the pleasurable state he’d been torn from. Collapsing back into bed, he pressed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. Why does it always have to be so early?

“Ledas, wake up. Ledas. Yo, we’re gonna be late. Get up. Come on, dude.”

He shook him to shatter him from whatever dreamscape he’d been exploring. “Wasn’t me, I swear. Meloon took it. He was starvin’, look at him. I ain’t no piggy.”

“Wake up. We have to go.”

His grey eyes burst open, at first unfocused and looking around aimlessly, then settling on Ryori’s. His demeanor softened; they pressed against one another under the blankets, Ledas giving him a proper poke as he grinded against him. Not the time. “Is it morning already? Feels like we went to bed an hour ago.”

“It’s seven. We have like two and a half hours to spare. You good? Ready to go?”

“Always,” he said, drawing out the word with a yawn. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Gotta have breakfast first. I won’t hunt on an empty stomach.”

They got dressed (Ledas insisted on wearing Ryori’s long-sleeved shirt with the orange and black patterning), brushed their teeth, and crept out, careful not to wake the others. To their surprise, Grandma was in the kitchen drinking green tea and reading the daily news while playing a tetris-like game on her phone.

“Good morning, Ryori, Ledas. My my, you’re up early. Did you sleep well?”

“Morning, Gramma. Gotta say I missed my bed. Super comfy. Didn’t take long to fall asleep. Everything’s pretty much exactly as I remembered. Like a trip down memory lane.”

“That’ll be your room for as long as we live here. Ledas, you know, we have a guest room that would be more comfortable than the floor in Ryori’s room.”

“Thanks, but Ryori’s bed was hecka soft. I’ve got no complaints.”

She looked up from her paper. “You shared the bed?”

“Mhm. Nice and cozy. Perfect after that tedious boat ride.”

“My, that’s odd. Eh, I don’t understand kids these days. If you’re content, who am I to complain?” Ryori felt his face going red. Can’t be helped. We’re sleeping together. End of discussion. I won’t compromise. Why did he tell her? She wasn’t spying. “Are you excited about the trip to Asazari? It’s one of the most renowned zoos in the world.”

“Super excited. It’s gonna be awesome. Before we go, Imma show Ledas around town. Thought this would be the perfect time because the townspeople aren’t out and about. There’ll be fewer distractions.”

“Have fun you two, but remember: be back on time. You know your grandfather doesn’t tolerate tardiness. He’ll leave you behind if you aren’t back by ten.”

“We will be. I’m being careful.”

“Hey, um, Mrs. Ohano?” Ledas asked, scratching the back of his head.

“Yes, dear?”

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Dude, don’t be rude. She isn’t your maid. Sorry, he can be uncivilized. Came from the backwoods and—”

Grandma got to her feet, leaving her glasses at the table. “It’s no trouble. No trouble at all. I’d love to cook for you. What would you like? Oatmeal? Eggs? Whitefish soup?”

“Eggs would be perfect, thanks.”

“What about bacon? Have any?” Ledas asked.

He elbowed him in the side, whispering, “Dude, we don’t have time.”

Crestfallen though he was, Ledas held his tongue. He’ll get over it. Ryori’s cheeks had grown hot again. He could be embarrassingly uncouth. Grandma had their food ready minutes later, and after scarfing it down and brushing their teeth again (could never be too thorough in their position), and throwing on their jackets, they were out the door. 7:28. We’re running late. He better be quick. We don’t have time to lollygag. Ledas was lackadaisical about their trip, stirring in Ryori a measure of anxiety. He doesn’t realize how tight we need to stick to the schedule. Gotta keep him focused or we’re gonna be late. Grandpa will be furious. Can’t let that happen. I won’t.

He hopped on Ledas’ back, his tail wrapping around his waist. “Don’t go too fast, alright? I don’t want to throw up again.”

“Scream if you need me to slow down.”

They punched into the air, the wind numbing his face. Luckily he wore his gortex hoodie (drawn tight around his head, so the wind wouldn’t blow through). Not terribly unbearable, that. They veered west from the port instead of south and while Ryori felt the need to object, he figured Ledas knew what he was doing. Soaring over the sea roused in him a deep sense of unease. He studied the churning slate blue waters. If he fell, he’d be dead in moments. Creatures he’d never seen would eat his corpse. How perilously close he was to death. He wasn’t scared. Ledas’ got me. What a wild view.

Beyond the island, they ventured into the deep ocean. A rose-tinged sky led them toward the rising sun. Fog marshaled on the horizon, spreading below them. The day burgeoned with a bright flare. He blinked to prevent tears from streaming down his face. The wind pierced him, gortex be damned. Should’ve brought my sunglasses.

A looming mass came into view from the distance. At first, he assumed it was a rock formation. As they drew nearer, the unmistakable craftsmanship of stone buildings, spires, and bridges became apparent. Their designs were foreign (alien and ancient), architecture he’d never seen before. This was the castle his grandfather had spoken of. Boy was it in rough shape. A handful of towers had collapsed or were crumbling. Cracks and holes painted the walls. Maybe a battle had occurred long ago, or maybe the elements had done the damage. Regardless, the castle rising above the clouds was more a ruin than a regal monument. Time’s done a number on it.

They touched down in a courtyard where, in the center, what looked like an apple tree had risen tall and proud. Its fruit was bountiful, its branches sturdy and numerous. The air smelled of cinnamon and salt. Dread dotted his skin with goosebumps. They’re watching us, he thought, shifting his eyes from one tower to the next, finding nothing, the terror of the unknown compelling him to believe.

“Why didn’t you take us to Umihebiza?”

“I sensed a handful of unusually high power levels out here. Has to be the monsters. No way they’re humans. They’re more than a hundred times more powerful. There aren’t many power levels this high on Earth.”

Ryori checked his six, anxiety clawing up his chest. He has to protect me in case they attack. I’m only human. I can’t fight. “Are they watching us? Like right now? Are they here?”

“Oh yeah, they’re here alright.” He cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting, “Come out, demons. I know you’re there. I’ll blast this place to dust if you don’t.”

“That should get their attention.”

Ledas didn’t seem to care. He honed in on the tree. “Think the fruit’s edible? Wonder what it tastes like. Maybe they’re as sweet as mangoes. That’d be brilliant.”

“Don’t even consider it. Seriously, I can’t lose you to food poisoning. Not the time to let your stomach override logic.”

“Then you’d be stranded up here for the rest of your life. That’d suck,” he said, glee thick in his voice.

“I have my phone. Wouldn’t be over.”

A rustling came from the stone overlook. Ledas whirled on his heels. By the time Ryori could mimic the response, four cloaked men appeared across the courtyard. Their eyes glowed gold. They were clad head-to-toe in dark blue robes, their faces shrouded by hoods. A grave feeling permeated the air. His mouth went dry.

“Hello, skinchangers. I’m here to collect your bounties. You’ve taken too many lives. That’s done with. That’s over. Time to avenge everyone you’ve murdered. You’re facing me now. This’ll be your last battle. Count on it.”

Not the cringeiest he’s ever been, but that wasn’t exactly a badass speech. He’d never tell him. Lowering into a crouch and raising his hands above his head, Ledas assumed an attack stance. The hooded men huddled together, whispering for several moments (which felt like an eternity) before one broke from the pack and approached Ledas. Lowering his hood, he revealed himself as a blue-skinned man with a white mohawk. Ryori recoiled, biting his lip. Like the reports said. He’s a skinchanger. Grandpa wasn’t lying.

“Hunting skinchangers, are you? I sense unusual power coming from you, boy. Who are you?”

“I’m the one who’s going to bring your corpses to the government for big zeni. Are you ready to die? I have places to be, things to do. Let’s get this over with.”

“We are not skinchangers, though I confess they are of our species. You have come to the wrong place. Our people who have fallen into wicked ways reside on Umihebiza. We have tried reasoning with them, resulting in a fracturing of our community. Many have died because of our differences. Far too many. We cannot stop them. Please understand that every Makyan is not evil. We are not lost as they are.”

“Makyans? Are you aliens or demons?”

“We came to this world long ago. The majority of our people are base, callous folk. That is not to say they are beyond redemption. We are the Dragons of the Dawn. We do not support the murders of humans. We seek to live our lives in peace and tranquility. The skinchangers have besmirched our kind with their reckless intent.”

“Dragons of the Dawn? Weird name. You don’t look like dragons.”

“That is what we call our order. The skinchangers are Makyans like us. They do not think like us, do not behave like us. They’ve fought us to the brink of extinction. We live here in solitude for our safety. Defeating them became an impossibility. Moreover, we would not be opposed to you enacting a plan against them, provided you’re strong enough to follow through. Despite being a boy, I can sense great power emanating from you. You are no ordinary human.”

“You got that right. I’m an alien too.”

“Unsurprising. The skinchangers are on Umihebiza. Destroy them, please, but do not harm those who are innocent. They’ve imposed their rotten will over our people. There aren’t many of us left. There are good Makyans out there. Please, I beg you, use discretion when you attack, bounty hunter.”

“I heard what you said. If they attack me, I’ll fight back. I don’t care if they’re ‘good’ or ‘evil’. I have other reasons for fighting.”

“Naturally. If you are who you say you are, we have nothing to fear. We have expected this day, I confess, sensed it nearing. Only, we didn’t know it would come this soon. That is the sole reason why we have shown ourselves to you. Should you prove to be an agent of deceit, you will never see us again.”

“Okay, yeah, I get it. I’ll deal with the skinchangers, guaranteed. However, if people continue to go missing, I’ll come back for you. Got it?”

The man’s proud visage wavered ever so slightly. “One more thing, boy.”

“My name’s Ledas. I’m no boy.” I can attest to that. He’s a man grown in more ways than one.

“Ledas, yes. My apologies. Forgive my curtness,” he said with a contrite bow. “The government outpost in the nearby island chain works with our degenerate brethren. They supply them with prisoners whom they torture, kill, and feast upon. You may have to deal with them after taking on the skinchangers. Be warned.”

“I dunno about that. I’ll have to see for myself. Look, you guys could be right, but I don’t know anything about you. I’ll be back when things are clearer. Ryori, we’re going. There’s no time to spare.”

You got that right. The clock read 8:02. They were running out of time. “Hurry, dude. We have less than an hour and a half.”

“That should be plenty. By the way,” he said to the creepy blue guys, “is this fruit any good? Looks hecka tasty.”

“The fruit? I’m surprised you asked. They’re similar to apples, although they will make you feel tipsy. I wouldn’t recommend eating them before a fight.”

“Oh, cool, I love apples. They’re a top twenty fruit without question.” He jumped up to a branch, gathering a handful. “Your species isn’t strong, no offense. I won’t need to go Super Saiyan. This isn’t as dramatic as you’re making it out to be. I’ll win the bounty clean. Won’t break a sweat.”

“For you’re sake, I hope you’re right. We will watch. Do not overpress, or you may lose your life. We cannot help you if things take a turn for the worse.”

Ignoring the Makyan, he returned to the ground, tossing one to Ryori, who caught it unwillingly. “Are you sure about this? Sounds like it’s demonic fruit.”

“Don’t be silly, Ryori. Fruit’s fruit. It’ll be delicious.”

Ledas took a bite and another and soon after cast the core aside and devoured a second. Well, if it’s poison, we’ll die together. That’d be romantic. Ryori bit into his and was surprised by how much it did, in fact, taste like an apple. The juices ran down his mouth. Before he took a second, a heat rose within him not unlike what drinking saké or whiskey made him feel. It’s way too early for this. Shit. And yet, the fears melted away, his inner commentary dulled and took a step back, and with a playful chuckle, he jumped on Ledas’ shoulders, gripping him tenderly, laying his cheek against his neck, beckoning him onward. Ledas rose into the air, twirling around while Ryori held tight. For once, he wasn’t afraid. For once, he didn’t care. He wondered vaguely what the Dragons of the Dawn thought. They had been so professional, so somber. Ledas hadn’t taken them seriously. They were totally annoyed with him. They were about to see his quality if the skinchangers were on Umihebiza. He doesn’t mess around when it comes to fighting. I wanna see him destroy them.

Without saying goodbye, they raced off through the blooming morning sky, the clouds below them. The wind cooled his cheeks, feeling ever so nice.

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June 10, Age 776; 8:25 a.m.

Over the Red Sea, off the coast of Umihebiza

They touched down on a black-sand beach amidst crashing waves and frigid gusts. Ledas scanned the vicinity, sensing few life forces. Strange black-and-white creatures wobbled about. Besides them, the area was clear. Beyond the shore were grey-green grasslands and rocky expanses. No trees grew on Umihebiza. The cold gnawed at him with ferocious persistence.

“This place isn’t like the rest of the islands. There’s barely anyone here.”

Ryori’s teeth chattered. “For good reason. Can’t you feel how cold it is? It’s uninhabited.”

“Well, no. There are a couple weak energy readings inland. The guys at the castle were different. Their energy was more refined even if they didn’t have power levels above ten thousand. These have to be humans.”

“Maybe they were lying and the skinchangers live on that floating ruin. We shouldn’t have trusted them.”

“Maybe. Doesn’t matter. I can hunt them down whenever. Let’s make sure there’s no one hiding out here first. They could know how to suppress their power levels. That’s a scary thought.”

“If that’s true, keep a sharp eye out. Don’t let them get me. Seriously, dude.”

He put his hand up, walking off. “No one’s gonna touch you, Ryo. I’ll die before letting that happen.” Ryori ran to catch up, his eyes shifting from side to side. He’s big-time scared. There’s nothing to worry about. The skinchangers won’t be an issue. I’ve dealt with stronger opponents dozens of times. “By the way, what are those animals called? They look goofy as hell.”

“Penguins. They’re flightless birds who are excellent swimmers. You’ll never see them on the other islands unless they’re being held in captivity. They’re not suited for warmer climates.”

“This planet has loads of strange creatures. The diversity’s way past cool.”

They wandered up a sandy path, if it could be called that, coming across a modest collection of buildings past the next dunes. The buildings were in rough shape. Rotting wood that had split in many places invited them into the derelict town. The roofs had collapsed inward and the windows had been long shattered.

“Whoa, amazing. It’s an old whaling station. I’ve heard about these. Never seen one in person. Let’s check it out.” Ryori forgot his fear, running off to the buildings.

Ledas tagged close behind, flying upside down. He took the threat seriously. If they’re concealing their power levels, this would be an ideal place to hide out. They will not kill Ryori. I have to remain vigilant. “Didn’t you say this place was abandoned?”

“It is. Been abandoned for longer than my grandpa’s been alive from the looks of it. Sailors used to hunt whales and bring them here to cut them up for their meat, blubber, and bones.” He led Ledas inside a building (which didn’t have a door), showing him the hanging bones inside. “There was millions of zeni in it. Well, still is, but King Furry outlawed whaling. Doesn’t stop pirates.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s inhumane. Most species of whale are endangered. Besides, they’re riddled with mercury, making them toxic to eat. This is a relic of the past. Only savages eat whales nowadays.”

They studied the bones, the wind providing solemn commentary. He felt a sense of dread in that room, a heaviness that had not dissipated with time. Producing meat isn’t pretty, but it has to be done. They returned to the grey wastes, moving along the overgrown path, coming across a castaway depot where stranded sailors could seek relief. They checked inside the tiny shack, finding barrels filled with blankets, medicine, knives, and canned food. No skinchangers. The thick layer of dust that had built up like snow over everything told Ledas what he needed to know. No one’s been here in forever.

“Let’s check on those power levels. There isn’t anyone else here. I’m convinced they’re humans.”

“Right, let’s hurry. It’s getting close to nine.”

Ryori hopped on his back, a nice warm reminder in the icy wilderness, and they shot off toward the island's center. It took less than a minute for them to close in on the energy signals. He landed on a rocky overlook overgrown with tall grass, and hunkering down, they crept closer, peering into the valley below as cautiously as they could. Ryori took out his phone, using the camera’s zoom feature to get a better view.

“Look, there’re people down there.”

“A whole group of ‘em.” Why are they here? “The two in black leading the rest have the highest power levels. Regardless, they’re pitiful.”

“The other guys are chained together, see?” Ryori said, showing him on his phone’s camera. “What’s going on? This is hella weird.”

They didn’t have to wait for an answer. From the grass on the far side of the valley, a group of tall men wearing fur armor and horned helmets appeared, approaching with urgency. Their blue skin, pointed ears, and white, flowing hair gave it away. Skinchangers. I can’t sense them. They know how to hide their power levels. They’re more skilled than I gave them credit for.

He got to his feet, cracking his knuckles. “There are the skinchangers. Finally. Alright, I’m going. Stay here.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You can’t leave me. What if there’re others? They could find me and—”

“You’re safe,” Ledas said, flicking his wrist. “I’ve left invisible ki around you to act as a shield. If they attack you, the ki will explode, alerting me. I’ll defend you. I won’t live in a world where you’re gone. I’ll do everything in my power to stop them.”

“Are you sure they won’t be able to get me? This plan sounds half-assed.”

“Have a little faith. I won’t be long. Besides, you’ve never seen me in action before. Lemme show you what I can do.”

“I’m watching. Don’t disappoint.”

With a smirk, he flew down to the valley, the wind whistling in his ears, his aura bright, holding him tight. He wasn’t going to play games. This place was miserably cold. He’d be happy to be gone as soon as possible. In and out. Simple op. Don’t let them trick me. I’ll smoke them.

“Ten today. Ten tomorrow. That’ll cover us for the month,” a man in a black suit said when Ledas landed between the groups.

Suffice it to say, they were a tad startled.

“What the—? Who’s this?” the demon at the head of the pack said, taking a step back. His retinue bared their teeth, falling into fighting stances.

“Oh shit, it’s the kid. No fucking way,” the man said.

“Idiot, you weren’t supposed to be here,” his companion hissed.

“Am I interrupting? Who are the guys in chains?” Ledas asked.

The group of prisoners wore dirty, ragged clothing, not suitable for this climate. They haven’t been here long. They were tanned and scarred. Their demeanors were hard. They glared at him. He didn’t know whether it was the anticipation of battle or the way that fruit had made him feel. He was itching to unload.

“Please, you gotta help us. They took us, they did, against our will. We ain’t do nothin’, I swear,” a prisoner wailed.

“Shut up. Don’t say another word,” the other man in the fancy black suit said, his voice rising, spittle flying from his mouth.

His companion added, “Get out of here, kid. This is official government business. Don’t impede. Leave us be.”

“Those guys are the skinchangers, aren’t they? There’s a bounty on their heads. I’m here to collect it. Out of my way.”

“You’ll get yourself killed,” the man with the long black hair said. He wore sunglasses and a handkerchief over his neck. “Don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

He turned his back to them. The humans are of no concern. “So whaddya say, skinchangers? Wanna fight to the death? Could be fun. Maybe you’ll beat me.”

Their leader cackled, flashing his fangs. “Stupid boy, you have no clue who you’re up against. I’ll eat your heart.”

Bloviating windbag. That’s enough out of you. Ledas rushed him down, throwing a left hook. The demon caught it, leveling him in the stomach with a knee before sending him to the dirt with an overhead elbow strike. Without getting up, he flexed his tail, shooting a thin purple beam at him, and boy did that take him by surprise. Howling, clutching his bleeding shoulder, the demon fell to a knee. He hopped to his feet, front-flip-kicking him aside.

The alien crew grumbled and swore before collectively leaping at him. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. That all you got? They were slower than he had hoped. This wouldn’t be a challenge. Feeling the changes in the air, hearing their voices, he dodged between punches and kicks, spinning through their ranks and kicking them away with his heel. Their leader ran him down again, readying a red-raw blast of ki. Ledas welcomed it, preparing a Kyorra Flash between his hands. They fired their attacks at one another, and for a moment, it looked like the demon was putting up a respectable resistance. Like a candle in a storm, his energy was fleeting. He didn’t have to power up to overcome the skinchanger, cooking him up nice and tender, rendering a sumptuous sear (if he said so himself) across his upper torso. Gasping and moaning, he fell face-first into the dirt, smoke rising from his blackened skin. That’s one.

Dazed though they were, his soldiers cried out, charging in, blind rage guiding them. Bad mistake. The smell of the burnt demon was repulsive enough to make his eyes water. Not gonna do that again. He dodged the first, ducking under his punch to hit him hard in the chest. He coughed up blood, falling to his knees as Ledas slid to the left, kicking another across the face and sending him into a boulder from which he did not rise from again. Two more came at him from behind, readying energy attacks. He back-flipped, crashing down on them with elbows to their necks, instantly shutting off the lights. Their bodies fell like ragdolls. From up above, another demon prepared a gargantuan crimson energy ball to level the area (might’ve been enough to vaporize the island whole). He held his focus with an afterimage, shooting up behind him, and punched through his side with a ki-gloved fist.

The final one, a lanky scantily armored skinchanger, fled to the tall grass, abandoning his comrades. Coward. You should’ve gone down with the ship. At least they maintained honor in death. He teleported in front of him, hitting him with a kiai, stunning him long enough to swipe him across the neck with an Image Slash, severing his head.

“Oh shit, we’re in deep shit. This is bad. Real bad,” the bald man cried. “He’s comin’ for us, Tresparson. Quick, get in your battle suit. That’s our best chance. We can’t go out like this.”

They threw capsules to the ground that transformed into bulbous insectoid robots. The strange designs perplexed him. In the end, knowing they’d soon be vaporized made his fascination fleeting. They hopped in, their grey outer shells priming with electrical currents.

“That’s it, you’re dead,” one of them shouted over a speaker.

Ledas hugged himself, his teeth beginning to chatter. Ryori’s gotta be freezing. Enough. We gotta get back. I won’t allow him to suffer any longer. The mechs shot stringy electrical attacks at him, which they must’ve thought were terribly clever. Before they got anywhere close, he lowered his head and air-dashed through the robots, blasting them to bits in violent explosions.

He caught his breath, touching down. The prisoners slunk over. Cracking his neck, Ledas vaporized their chains and said, “Go back to wherever you came from. You’re free.”

“B-but we’re stranded here. Those assholes took us from our ship.”

“Didn’t they bring you here on a boat? Take it back to wherever you came from. Or wait in that castaway house thingy, or whatever Ryori called it, near the southern beach until someone comes and gets you. I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t care. You’re on your own.”

Turning away, he threw a capsule into the dirt. A massive storage container materialized. Took less than a minute to pile the bodies inside. Their leader stank of cooking meat and burning hair. Judging by how he smells, it wouldn’t be a good idea to eat them or keep them in here for long.

He returned to Ryori, who was positively shivering, unable to stand still. They hugged. “Dude that was sick. You were moving so fast. I couldn’t see most of it. They dropped like flies. Fucking awesome. You’re amazing.”

“Thanks, it was nothing. As I suspected, they weren’t formidable opponents. At least they could hide their energy signatures. I think there’s more on the island. If we look—”

“We can’t, dude. It’s nine thirty-two. We’re gonna be late. I already told you. You promised we’d be back in time. Look, we’re here for a week, right? You can come back tomorrow and finish the rest of them off. I’m definitely not stepping foot on this frozen hellhole again. No thank you.”

“Alright, alright. Hopefully, they pay by the head. We’ll be swimming in zeni. I’m ready for the reward. How about you?”

“You know, I think you’ve got a knack for this,” he said, climbing onto his back where Ledas liked him best. Their bodies pressed together; the feeling rivaled anything he had ever felt during battle. “You’re a proper demon hunter.”

He huffed out of his nose. “Beelzy wanted to name our organization Demon Hunters Incorporated™. I thought it was cheesy. Didn’t go for it.”

“Nah, that’s badass. Nothing cooler than hunting demons. Like, seriously, it’s a great name. You gotta use it.”

“You’re out of your mind. It’s awful. Imagine having to tell the Galactic Patrol that’s our name. They’d think we’re little kids. I’d be mortified.”

“Nah, there ain’t nothing childish about hunting demons.”

With insistence, he touched off, surveying the windswept rock from a great height. His teeth wouldn’t stop chattering. They continued their spirited conversation, leaving Umihebiza behind in a sea of fog.

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June 10, Age 776; 10:49 a.m.

Kedarake Observatory, Asazari

The gang made the trip to Asazari, taking Mr. Ohano’s sailboat, the Blue Breeze. The island was lush, overgrown with trees and foliage, unlike Umihebiza. Humid as hell, like Planet Cooler 92. If he could describe it in one word, it’d be green. There were loads of people out and about. Tourists. Has to be the go-to place in the Fingers. It’s like an amusement park. The heat the fruit had pumped through his blood had been quenched. He was near enough ready to go to bed. Taking on the demons hadn’t drained his stamina—people conversing and bustling past were sapping him. The apples made me feel drunk. I’m hecka tired. He craved nothing more than to return home, hop in Ryori’s bed, and become little spoon again (a most suitable role). For the sake of the trip, and everyone’s happiness, he steeled himself.

First, they toured the weather relay station, inspecting empty rooms from behind plexiglass (for some reason, the computers were on, showing statistical mumbo jumbo he couldn’t possibly wrap his head around). They moved from observatory to observatory, groups of people around them, interacting with placards of useless information (as far as he was concerned) about the weather tracking systems. He was grateful Mr. Ohano read them aloud. Otherwise, he would’ve had no clue what was going on.

They came to a circular room with a monstrous, cigar-shaped telescope pointing at a retractable ceiling. The placards went on and on about meteorological studies. He had to clench his jaw and bite down not to yawn. Pretending was key, at least for Mr. Ohano’s sake. The old man was enjoying himself. He couldn’t throw water on that fire. Didn’t have it in him. The tour continued for what felt like hours, extending to the geological, biological, and seismic research areas. He wondered what the point was. What would he gain from learning cursory trivia about technical research he had no interest in nor any ability to understand?

He nudged Jia, whispering, “Where’re the government people in charge of the bounty? I wanna get paid.”

Her look was of bewilderment, of hubristic misunderstanding. “They’re at the entrance to the park. Why? You haven’t taken out the skinchangers, have you?”

“Maybe.”

Disbelief formed in the corners of her mouth. They pressed on through the observatories as if this were a museum. Seeing daylight again felt almost as good as a nice long shower with Ryori. Mr. Ohano took them down the road, past camera-wielding tourists and travelers, to the entrance of the Asazari Wildlife Preserve. He missed the observatories’ air conditioning.

Tugging on Jia’s sleeve, he nodded at the building to the left of the entrance gate. “Can we go see them?”

“Be patient. We’ll hit them up on the way out.”

Patience was not one of his virtues. A bad habit to be sure, but not one he had time to deal with. They moved into the Wildlife Preserve, the trail adorned with placards and pictures of various animals. There were heaps of colorful birds to start things off. Ledas wondered how they’d taste on the grill. With barbecue sauce, any meat was at least serviceable. He was sure to stay close to Ryori, for he felt less anxious in his presence, and after the monotonous trip through the science stations, he was feeling more tired, more reckless. His tail crept out, curling around Ryori’s wrist. His love seemed surprised. He didn’t object. C’mon dude, go along with it.

“These are Mopikala,” Mr. Ohano said, spreading his arms wide as they came to the next enclosure. “Fickle beasts. They’re known as fisherman’s bane, and not without reason. They’ll snatch anything we catch from the ocean while reeling them in if they’re hungry enough. A significant number of fishermen keep guns to deal with them. Most of us are armed in the Fingers, you must understand,” he said (mostly for Ledas and Jia’s benefit). “It’s not for fear of the skinchangers. These scavenging sky rats receive the brunt of our fury.”

“Pretty feathers,” Ledas said. “The aqua and grey go well together.”

“You won’t find them beautiful when they steal your dinner.”

The next enclosure was for a pack of Compsognathus, whatever the heck those were.

“Oh, look at them go. Aren’t they precious?” Jia said, pointing to one of the little lizardly things chasing a dragonfly through the tall grass.

“You should adopt a few,” Shoekki said. “They’d get along with Wilde and Carawa. Fit right in. Could have ourselves a miniature farm.”

She tittered, patting him on the shoulder. “Oh no, never. I prefer them on the other side of the fence. They’re cute, I’ll give them that.”

“Look at their teeth,” Ryori said, grimacing. “Ain’t no way I’d have ‘em as pets. They’d bite my fingers off. They’re lowkey terrifying.”

They went along the path until reaching an overlook above what could only be described as a sunken lake surrounded by heavy forests. Mr. Ohano took the opportunity to explain, tugging at his mustache. “The caldera provides the nearby landscape with rich, fertile resources. The bigger dinos are in this pen. Deinonychus makes sense. Velociraptors too. The island has plenty of fauna to sustain them. Can’t see any, unfortunately. The forest’s too thick. Wish they’d come out. They appear to be more skittish than the compys.”

“What’s a caldera?” Ledas asked.

“It’s a volcano that collapsed in on itself,” Ryori said. “Creates a big ring.”

“Precisely, Ryori. And that’s why the waters in the lake are inhospitable. Well, as far as the notes say, nothing can live in there. The temperature’s almost 85°C. Only bacteria can tolerate that. The effect on the nearby ecosystem cannot be overstated.”

They moved on, and with each step, he grew wearier. Please be over soon. I’m so tired. At the jaguars’ enclosure, he rested his head on Ryori’s shoulder. At the turtle exhibit, he felt himself pressing his body against his, and though Ryori didn’t push away, he could tell he was embarrassed that everyone could see. He backed off. Best not to cause an incident. At the end of the pathway, they took a rudimentary supply elevator down a narrow, unlit tunnel to an underground aquarium where they could view the native fish and whatnot from the safety of an enclosed space. Lots of people were down there. It was hard to get a decent view of the ocean. So many. He couldn’t keep his breath. His lips tingled as anxiety spiked through his body. Sweat formed on his palms. Slowing his breathing, Ledas tried to calm down. He was not one for crowds. Everyone squeezed together’s the real exhibit. They had to wait a while before cramming their way to the windows.

His tail tightened around Ryori’s wrist. This is so frickin’ cool. Incredible view. They shared a look, meeting each others’ gazes. He felt warm. He felt good. He forgot about everyone else. This is what life was about. Spending time with those I love. Wouldn’t trade it for the world. He registered Shoekki and Mr. Ohano noticing, but he couldn’t help it. His actions were impulses. Ryori meant everything to him. Ryori was embarrassed about their relationship, didn’t know how to tell his brother and grandparents. That was whatever. Shoekki would figure it out before long if he hadn’t already. There was no getting around them sleeping in the same bed or taking showers together. Friends didn’t do those things. He would remain discreet when it came to the grandparents. Honestly, he desired nothing more than to kiss Ryori. The beauty and splendor of the islands were on full display, rousing in him an appreciation for their intense bond. If I were a girl, this wouldn’t be taboo. Earth customs are weird. Why can’t they accept us as we are?

They took loads of pictures on their phones, even getting a random person to take a group shot. Afterward, on their way out, everyone was in high spirits except for him. He tried to match their energy, couldn’t, and hoped they wouldn’t notice. Faking it wasn’t his strong suit. I’m drained. I need to go to bed. I wanna be with Ryori for a while.

Exiting the park, Ledas stole a glance to his right, then to Jia. Exhaling theatrically, she took him by the arm and walked with a brisk pace to the government facility. The Ohanos (and Harekis) stayed behind, conversing amongst themselves, probably thinking they were hitting the bathrooms before leaving. Part of him wished he’d never been born this way, never been a Saiyan, let alone homoromantic. Would’ve been easier. He was an alien in more ways than one. Wasn’t altogether suited for it. Had he been normal, experiencing these moments would’ve felt less isolating. He had to be his true self, to push through and act with a detached, authentic air. Easier said than done. They don’t like that. Fair enough, I guess. A bubbling heat fluttered in his chest. Why does their opinion mean anything in my personal life? I need to go for it, be open. Can’t let others weigh me down. I have to be true to myself. I am who I am. Screw anyone who has a problem with it.

The air-conditioned lobby was a cool blanket on his neck. So nice. They made their way to the receptionist, a frilly-haired woman with a nametag reading ‘Vestigia’. Her parents must be proud. There weren’t many people around. The lobby was moderately populated with groups huddled in corners or seated and reading magazines or playing on their phones.

“Ahem,” Jia said, clearing her throat. “Good day. Forgive me if we aren’t in the right place. We’re here to collect a bounty.”

Vestigia gave her a lingering, flashy look (her eyebrows proved to be dexterous) that said far more than Ledas could comprehend. What’s going on? Do they know each other? “Excuse me? A bounty? What ever could you mean?”

Time was of the essence, so he threw the capsule onto the stone floor in front of her desk and opened the storage container’s hatch. “There, see? I hunted down a pack of skinchangers. I’m here to claim their bounties. Is it Ƶ1,000,000 per body or what?”

She raised a hand over her mouth as she looked over the piled-up, decaying bodies (the cooked guy’ll do that to anyone). They smelled about as good as they looked. You signed up for this. Can’t complain. “Oh my. I don’t know what to say. Give me a moment, I have to ring my supervisor.”

Her eyes went wide and white. Jia gripped him by the wrist, looking off, betraying no emotion on her face. Vestigia was soon conversing on her phone. Funny how that played out. The anxiety dripped off him like rainwater. He was a proper bounty hunter. He’d done well. Whether or not the Dragons of the Dawn were right, he couldn’t say. There had been humans involved with the skinchangers. Flesh-traders, perhaps. Were they related to the government? Was everyone in on it? He didn’t know. Kind of odd to post the bounties if they’re working together. That’d be a question for tomorrow’s Ledas to answer. He couldn’t be bothered at this moment. Vestigia, as she were, held a mighty fine poker face.

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June 11, Age 776; 6:26 a.m.

Pelican Point, Hosomaki

Jia sat with Shoekki, Mr. Ohano, and Mrs. Ohano on a polished rock bench near the summit of Haiirotori Mountain. The wind was finally letting up. She had to stop herself from checking her phone. Nervous habit. Don’t be disrespectful. Remain present in the moment. Mr. Ohano puffed on a cigar.

“Pity the boys couldn’t join us,” he said.

“They were exhausted. Don’t be too harsh on them. They’re young,” Jia said.

“Sharing a bed, though, how strange,” said Mrs. Ohano.

“Honestly, I doubt there’s much sleeping going on,” Shoekki said.

They know. It’s up to the boys to reveal their relationship. I won’t say anything. Not my place.

“This is a beautiful vantage. The sun’s coming up. Look.” Goosebumps spread across her arms. She raised her camera, taking a flurry of pictures. There’ll be a decent shot in there somewhere. Going through her album later would be a bitch.

“It was nice of you to come along, Jia,” Mrs. Ohano said. “Ryori and Ledas spoke very highly of you, and I can’t say they’re laying it on thick. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a good woman. You’re the perfect role model for them.”

“Thank you. But really, I can’t tell you how thankful we are to visit. The boys are eternally grateful. This is a gorgeous land. I’d have never come here were it not for Ryori and Shoekki. Do you ever get tired of the view, having lived here all your lives?”

“I’d have moved to a big city were that the case,” Mr. Ohano responded, inhaling his cigar.

His wife added, “I fear I don’t have the constitution for a metropolis. It’s all hustle and bustle, all ‘go go go’. I don’t understand how people tolerate the noise and pollution, not to mention not being able to see the stars at night. Oh, sounds like a miserable affair. Not for me.”

“Cityfolk don’t have time for stargazing. Too busy working or getting hammered at raves in their free time. Rent’s too damn high to idle listlessly,” Shoekki said.

The sun had risen. The clouds had parted and the fog had receded. Let’s hope for a warmer day. Would be much appreciated. Maybe I won’t have to wear my gloves for once. Shoekki was giving her side glances. Doesn’t trust me. Honestly, were I in his shoes, I wouldn’t trust me either. I’ll have to change that. Let’s nip his suspicions in the bud.

“Something I don’t understand, dear, is why you became Ryori’s caretaker when his brother was looking after him. They got along in Seikishi, to my knowledge. Seemed to work. What changed?”

She and Shoekki exchanged another look, her gaze softening, letting him take point. I’m not saying it. That’s on him. “It was bullshit, really,” he said. “Police locked me up for two years on fraudulent charges. Claimed I hit a car with my motorcycle and sped away. When the footage was released showing I wasn’t at fault, they let me go. I didn’t even hit them. Took way too long to get that footage. The court system’s a mess. In the end, I got a sweet settlement that helped pay for our move to West City. A couple million zeni for two years of my time wasn’t the worst trade-off. Trying to keep a positive perspective.”

He lies effortlessly. Impressive. “That’s horrible, dear. Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped, offered support, paid for attorney fees, or you could’ve sent Ryori to stay with us while you were indisposed.”

“I couldn’t bother you with that. Seriously, with running the bar, you have a lot on your minds. Wouldn’t have been right.”

“Besides,” Jia said, butting in, “taking Ryori away from his friends would have been cruel. He would’ve had a blast down here, but he would’ve missed them. Things have a way of working out for the best.”

“Could be,” Mr. Ohano grunted.

As the sun rose higher and beat down upon them, they collected their things and returned to the mountain path leading to the port of Hosomaki. Jia lingered, waiting for Shoekki. After he vaped to his heart’s content (fourteen puffs forming a thin cloud around his head), she joined him. The rocky, grassy overlook provided a serene view. Her heart beat fast.

“Slick thinking. Planning on telling them the truth eventually?”

“Are you mad? There’s no reason. They wouldn’t believe me, anyway.”

“Agreed.” She let that word hang stiffly in the air while they made their way down, struggling to come up with her next thoughts. Nip it in the bud, damn it. “Shoekki, there’s something I need to tell you. It must remain between you and me. Do you swear not to tell your brother?”

“How can I make a promise when I don’t know what you’re going to tell me?”

“Please don’t tell them. It would change our relationship for the worse. I’m begging.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Alright, whatever, I’ll play along. What’s up?”

She paused before taking a deep breath. Shoekki’s look was earnest, restoring her confidence. “The truth is, Cardinal died two years ago. He was in the hospital—rather sick at the time—and slipped into a coma from which he never woke. I haven’t told the boys. I figured you should know so you don’t suspect me of anything foul. His New Red Ribbon Army is gone, disbanded. Unaffiliated leaders run SAARO nowadays.”

He stopped in his tracks, thinking this a brilliant moment to take a hit from his vape. “Oh shit. He’s gone? The fucker’s dead? No way. You’re joking.”

“Long gone. His lower jaw’s probably detached by now.”

“That’s cold,” Shoekki said, scratching his goatee in a futile attempt to hide his grin. “But I don’t get it. Who paid for the house?”

“Cardinal did. Or rather, his account. You see, Mr. Cardinal had no heirs upon his death. Before he went, I transferred a portion of his savings to my account on King Furry’s orders. He specifically allowed me to use those funds to raise and watch over Ledas until he reaches the age of eighteen. I’m primarily his caretaker. That’s not to say I don’t love Ryori. I do. Quite a lot. It’s just that we monitored the alien first and foremost. As far as I’m concerned, he’s no threat to the planet, so there hasn’t been anything to report.”

“An alien, huh? That tracks. Ryori mentioned he was a Saiyan on our fishing trip two days back. Makes sense why Cardinal came to Seikishi. I wondered what he was doing there.”

“Correct. With him gone, I will continue to stay with you for as long as you’ll have me. My official funding covers until Ledas turns eighteen. The good news is Cardinal’s funds are vast. We can continue to live comfortably for a while after. Nothing will change, provided you’re okay with this arrangement.”

“You can stay as long as you’d like. Shit, I don’t care. It’s not up to me. You bought the house. Ryori loves you. I wouldn’t do that to him. Besides, I’m not gonna become his cook. But I don’t get why you haven’t told them. Why does it matter?”

“If they know Cardinal’s dead and the money is coming from me, I fear our relationship will change. I’ve tried my best not to spoil them. If they know they won’t have to go to Cardinal, they’ll ask for more things—vacations and hovercars, and whatnot. Our relationships cannot become transactional.” She paused, coming to a halt, looking out over the ocean, feeling a weak sea breeze tickle the back of her neck. This is going to hurt. She had to in order to win him over. The only way. “Sorry, this is difficult to say. I can’t have kids due to an operation when I was a teenager. It pains me greatly. I’ve always wanted kids. Taking in the boys was the best thing for me. I’ve been in a clearer headspace since we’ve lived together. I won’t claim to say they’re mine, but raising them has been fulfilling beyond what words can describe. Shoekki, they’ve done more for me than I have for them. I hope to keep it that way. I’m satisfied with our arrangement. More than anything, it has to stay like this. We have a good thing going.”

He looked down, letting the vapor flood out from his nostrils. Then, patting her on the shoulder, he walked with her back to town. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. The world’s a better place without that fucker in it.” He let out a dry, coughing laugh. “Thanks for telling me. Maybe I can sleep better now.”

They caught up with the Ohanos and drifted into meaningless small talk. She felt as if the weight of that secret had been unburdened from her. Loose and light on her feet, Jia couldn’t wait to learn where they’d go next. She’d needed this vacation more than she’d thought.

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June 11, Age 776; 10:29 a.m.

Black Sand Beach, Raskintown

They had gathered on Raskintown’s eastern beach with a host of natives. The weather was warmer than expected, which came as a welcome surprise. Dozens of men and boys around Ryori’s age and older had amassed. Feels like every islander is here. Has to be more than a hundred. They were shirtless, wearing bathing suits or underwear. He’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t looking. Thinking about schoolwork prevented blood flow. This was the ultimate struggle. Most people wouldn’t understand. Wouldn’t be easy to hide his reaction in his bathing suit. Thank Kami he hadn’t worn a speedo.

The elders passed out spear guns. This was Ryori’s first year participating. He had been too young when he’d lived here with his parents. Despite his nerves, the eager thrill of joining his people on the hunt gave him motivation. I’m with them. I’m a man.

What appeared to be the village chief, a portly bronze-skinned fellow with tattoos covering half his face and most of his chest and arms, took center stage, clearing his throat before addressing the group. Were he to be an animal, a warthog would suit him.

“Morning. It’s an encouraging sign having so many participants for the Kurenai Natsumatsuri. We appreciate your support. As you know, the festival begins tomorrow. It is our sacred duty to catch as many fish as we can for the great feast. Remain respectful of the sea. We are indebted to it for the sustenance it provides. If you come across sharks, use your spears in defense and seek aid from your companions. Happy hunting. Remember, he who underestimates the power of the sea will be swallowed whole.”

They grunted in affirmation, striking their fists across their chests in lock-step, sans Ledas. His reflexes weren’t half-bad not knowing that was coming. The men sprinted to the waves, bellowing war cries, diving in head-first. His grandfather went with the pack. He admired his tenacity and ebullience. I need to learn how to be more like him. Soon, it was merely him and Ledas on the beach. Even Shoekki had gone. Ledas waited. It was obvious he was gunning to get out there. He kept craning his neck over at Ryori, tapping his fingers against his biceps, anxiously draining his patience.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, um, give me a sec.”

“What’s up? Everything alright?”

“It’s just, there’re sharks out there, you know? It’s not like I can swim away if they come after me. I don’t wanna be eaten alive. That’s horrifying. Like the worst way to go.”

Ledas’ demeanor lightened. “Chill. I got you covered. Stick close to me. You’ll be fine. I won’t let anything get you. Promise. There’s nothing to fear. No shark’s getting in within a kilometer of us. Now come on, are you ready to go? We have a job to do.”

“Alright, alright, yeah. Let’s do it,” he said, biting his lip. He had to control his breathing to prevent himself from hyperventilating. He knew what Ledas said was true—nothing would harm him out there. Even so, the ocean was deep and dark and filled with monsters. Its three-dimensionality unnerved him, no matter what Ledas said. His fears were irrational. Recognizing that did not make them go away. Nonetheless, he had two choices, and he wouldn’t—he couldn’t—be the only guy to chicken out.

They dove into the waves. Ledas would never understand how grateful he was to have him. Not sure I could’ve done this otherwise. The water was freezing, unsurprisingly, which added to their urgency. They couldn’t be out there long. When he’d been little, there had been colder years. The men had gone out, caught scores of fish, and hadn’t complained. He wouldn’t, either. He was shivering within seconds, though.

Took a few minutes to swim beyond the waves to the deeper waters where their prey lurked. He kept dipping underwater, looking for sharks, obsessively checking. How some of them weren’t wearing goggles, he’d never understand. Salt water burned the eyes.

Ledas dove under, leaving him with his teeth chattering. Moments later, he returned, holding a bleeding bluestripe snapper in his left hand. “Got ‘em.” He tucked it into his bag, softening his expression. “Come on, dude, they’re all over the place down there. Swarming like mad. Easy pickins.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he swore.

Ledas dipped beneath the roiling waves. Taking a deep breath, he took the plunge, his heart thumping madly in his ears. Not giving in was difficult. It’d be harder to return to the elders without a catch.

He wasn’t lying. Fish fluttered about every which way. Many were clustered in schools, too small to be worth spearing. The water wasn’t especially clear. He couldn’t see more than three meters in any direction, building his dread. Don’t think about it. Don’t obsess. Raising his speargun, he aimed at a nearby unicornfish, squeezing the trigger. It moved to the side before he did. The spear sputtered into the dark. Damn it.

He breached the surface, inhaling hard, tasting salt water. Ledas followed him up, holding another fish. “Didya get one?”

“Nah, he dodged at the last second.”

“Lead your shots. They’re skittish, moving hella frantically.”

“I know.”

Without waiting for a response, Ryori dove under the sea, cooling his burning face. He was more than a teensy bit embarrassed. The men had to have caught dozens of fish already. I can’t be the only one to return empty-handed. A red-and-white striped goatfish swam by in his peripheral vision. Spinning and aiming at it, he tried his hardest to lead the shot, waiting until it decided its direction before firing. The spear flung through the murky deep, tearing through the goatfish’s back fin. It struggled, arcing down, bleeding out, ripping through the spear, and swimming away. His lungs screamed for air. He had no choice.

Ledas wasn’t up there when he returned. He didn’t stick around. Couldn’t. He reloaded the speargun. Shame drove him down again. He found the goatfish, bleeding as it spun in circles in a cloud of its own making, its torn back fin preventing it from getting away. This time he aimed, didn’t think about it, and fired. The spear pierced through its midsection in another burst of red.

Elation and the need for oxygen fought for supremacy. He rose to the surface. The fish struggled for a moment, then went limp. Gripping it tight, feeling its blood gush against his skin before the ocean cleansed him of it, he admired his first catch when Ledas rose above the water.

“Look, I got him.”

He stuffed his catch into his bag and swam over. “Whoa, nice. Great job. You getting cold, or are you good to keep going?”

Ryori pocketed his catch, flashing his teeth in a broad smile, using the motion to prevent his jaw from chattering involuntarily. “I’m not done. Not even close. Gotta fill up the bag.”

With a restrained smile, Ledas pressed against him and planted a kiss on his cheek. “That was sick. Let’s keep it up.”

He recoiled in embarrassment. “Dude, what are you doing? What the hell?”

“Huh?”

“Anyone could see. You’re being reckless.”

“Who cares? What’s it matter?” he said, his eyes wide with surprise.

“My brother and grandfather are out here. If they see—”

“And? So what? Their opinions don’t matter. Us being together doesn’t concern anybody else.”

“I’m just—I’m not ready to tell them. I can’t. Not yet. I don’t want to create unnecessary drama.”

“Having a negative response would be drama, not us going about our lives. Being real about it, they probably already know. I mean, we’ve been sleeping in the same bed and taking showers together.”

“Maybe, but—”

“No buts. I’m proud to call you my boyfriend. If you don’t feel the same way, I don’t know what to think. Are you into this or not? I want to be with someone who wants to be with me. Don’t you?”

He didn’t have to think. “Of course I do. I don’t regret anything we’ve done.” Ryori took a deep breath, realizing he had forgotten his fear of the ocean, forgotten his fear of sharks, forgotten the cold. “Sorry, I’m just scared. You mean everything to me, Ledas. I love you.”

Relief pressing down on his shoulders, he splashed him. “I love you too, dude. Let’s get back to work. The townsfolk are gonna be hungry for lots of fish. Can’t disappoint them. I bet I’ll capture twice as many as you.”

“No chance. I’ve got a feel for how to use the speargun. You’re cooked. I’ll leave you in the dust.”

“I’m gonna smoke you, Mr. Big Mouth. You don’t stand a chance.”

Trading playful jabs and barbs, they dove under the waves once more, Ryori's lips tingling.

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June 11, Age 776; 4:42 p.m.

Sepiche Grounds, Raskintown

Following the fishing expedition, which had gone smooth as butter, the guys had met up with Jia and Mrs. Ohano to explore Raskintown. They had visited the marketplace, the (depleted) iridium mine, and the docks before journeying inland to the ancient Sepiche ruins. The Sepiche had lived in Raskintown hundreds of years ago (allegedly) and had erected mighty stone statues of men, women, fish, and serpentine-looking creatures that reminded Ledas of the Makyans. Uncanny resemblance. Coincidence? I think not.

Mr. Ohano was in a great mood, his energy infectious. He loved playing the tour guide. Ledas basked in the glory of the ancient monuments. Cool as heck. Ryori, on the other hand, was lethargic. Their swimming and diving had taken a considerable toll. Gotta be spent from the speargunning trip. He’s human. Can’t blame him. Shoekki was engaged in a lively discussion with Jia. When did they get close?

“The rocks the Sepiche used for their statues came from the mountain. The quarry’s near the summit, or so the archeologists say. They carried them down in a grueling trek that spanned nearly four kilometers. It was a rite of passage to take part. They sculpted new carvings every year. There are more than three hundred in this area. They cleared out the trees to make room,” Mr. Ohano said, waving his arms around for some obscure reason.

Scores of statues had sunk into the dirt. Their colossal heads, the features exaggerated and bulbous with long noses and pointed chins, were worn and wind-eroded. The consistent style was unmistakable. Before them were full-body statues, unlike the others. The serpentine likenesses had spiky hair, and had they been painted, Ledas would bet big zeni they’d be white.

“Why’d they make them?” Ryori asked, suppressing a yawn, working his jaw. “All that effort for statues is bonkers. Seems pointless.”

“They held cultural and possibly religious importance. We can’t know, I’m afraid. They had no written language and died out decades before Raskintown was resettled.”

“What happened to them? Did they work themselves to death? Pirate raiding?” Shoekki asked.

There were others about. None were nearby. He perceived their presence, his stamina draining. He’d reached his social quota for the day. Took a lot out of him being in public. Feeling a rippling in the air, he scanned the area. A deep breath eased his nerves, grounded him. Nothing peculiar. The skinchangers can hide their power levels. Don’t drop your guard. May have been nothing. It is nothing.

“Evidence suggests a viral outbreak sidelined many of the Sepiche, leading to famine and their eventual extinction. Other factors could have been at play. Unfortunately, that knowledge has been lost to time. In the end, they were unable to last a hundred years, though they left their mark,” said Mr. Ohano.

“They’d run out of room sooner or later. Or rocks. The statues take up hella space,” said Shoekki.

“They might have moved to other islands in that case, dear,” Mrs. Ohano replied.

Jia, Ryori, and Mr. Ohano found that amusing. He didn’t know why. For a moment, he calmed, his shoulders slumping. He felt the breeze coming, and with it, a boot to the neck, sending him into the statue of a man, shattering it. His body ached; his hair was dirty as hell. More than that, his blood ran hot with annoyance. He jumped out of the rubble. Mrs. Ohano and Jia were screaming. Seeing them, not sensing them, he felt the group of skinchangers descend into the hallowed grounds.

“At last we meet, Saiyan,” their leader said. He was older and wrinklier than the rest, his face tattooed with scars, particularly one that ran down his forehead and below his left eye. “I’ve been meaning to repay you for what you did on Umihebiza. Tarrago was my right-hand man. I’ll avenge him. You’ve breathed your last breath. Time to end things.”

Ryori was there. His grandparents, brother, and Jia were too. This couldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t let it spiral out of control. The air smelled strongly of sweet spice like they were in the kitchen. No time to think with his stomach. Pedestrians and tourists were running and screaming. The Ohanos and Jia were frozen in shock. Gotta get rid of them. Can’t let them hurt anyone. Energy flowed into his veins. He wasn’t playing around, wasn’t messing about. He had no patience for the skinchangers. They had flocked to their end. This was not the time.

“You’re a dumbass for coming here.”

Before the demon could reply, he flung himself at him, leading with his left heel. He tried and failed to block. He shattered through his arms, feeling bones break. The alien sailed into a tree. Good riddance. His comrades sneered and cursed, forming a circle around Ledas.

“Stay back. I’ve got this,” he told the others. “Everything’s alright. I can take them.”

Shoekki and the Ohanos were paralyzed by fear. Ryori knew what was up. Jia seemed to expect this. He had to remind himself that he was fighting for a greater purpose. For my friends and Ryori. I won’t let them get hurt. These bastards are going down hard. His vision wavered with rage. This was it. He had to perform to his utmost potential. There was no room for error. They wouldn’t hurt those he loved.

“You shouldn’t have come here. This is what you get for plaguing the islands.”

Shouting, Ledas rushed down the skinchangers. They had thought themselves clever for making a perimeter around him. They had thought wrong. He led with flying kicks, casting them aside. He tried his best to angle them away from the Sepiche statues. Not gonna let another get damaged. They’re not strong enough to leave a mark. They came at him like a flock of angry birds. He dealt with them using singular kicks. Didn’t need to get his hands dirty. They weren’t worth it. His hands were better spent on Ryori.

As their leader slunk, howling, clutching his broken arm, his remaining sycophants came at Ledas with desperate fury. His emotions matched theirs, and with ease, he overpowered them, kicking them in their necks, chests, and heads. It wasn’t long before they littered the grounds, desecrating them with their bodies.

He advanced upon the head muckety-muck, the final skinchanger. Ends with you, big boy. Unable to catch his breath, blood dripping from his wrist, he couldn’t offer any resistance. With his good hand, wine-red energy formed between his fingertips.

“Not a chance.”

Ledas teleported to him, pushing his hand away, squeezing it so hard he released the blast into the sky. Everyone gasped when it exploded like fireworks. He kneed the demon, maintaining his intensity. Swinging fiercely, the Makyan spat and sputtered, trying to catch his breath. He wouldn’t let him. Ducking under his errant blows, he took him by the throat and threw him into a tree.

“Damn you, cretin. I’ll have your head. I’m not done. Just gettin’ started.”

You never stood a chance. He limped away from the tree, flashing his teeth, mouthing something he couldn’t hear. Without warning, the demon fired a blast into the grass, a cloud of smoke erupting around them, and by the time it cleared, he was gone. Ryori came running over. Ledas remained on guard. He knew the stakes.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah, no sweat. Those guys weren’t anything to worry about.”

“What’s going on? I can’t believe that happened. This is absolutely mad. Were those creatures skinchangers?” asked Mr. Ohano.

“Yep. They were seeking revenge for me taking out their friends on Umihebiza.”

“Umihebiza? That’s eighty kilometers south. How’d you get there?”

“What do you mean?” Ledas asked, dumbfounded. “I flew there.”

“Ledas is a skilled martial artist. He’s been trained since he was real little. He knows a ton of impressive techniques, like flying. Remember, Grampa? He showed you on the Blue Breeze,” Ryori said, talking fast. He wasn’t about to stop him. Found his sincerity cute, if he was being honest. “He’s been hunting down the skinchangers ever since you told us about them. I mean look at how he was fighting. He’s great. He knows what he’s doing. He’s as good as any grown fighter.”

“The bounties were hecka enticing. I’ll kill every last one of ‘em. I promise before we leave, the Crimson Islands will be rid of the skinchangers. Speaking of which, gotta collect the bodies to take to Asazari tomorrow. That’s a cool mil a pop. I’m rakin’ in the big zeni. Gonna be rich, oh yeah.”

“Oh my, am I dreaming? This boy’s a fighter? He’s so young,” Mrs. Ohano said, her face having gone pale.

“Shit. What the hell? I mean, I knew you were good, dude. Fighting off all the skinchangers at once is on a completely different level,” Shoekki said.

As they gawked and processed the information he’d revealed, Ledas threw a capsule containing a storage container and piled the bodies inside, calculating how much money he’d earned. They were staring at him, which was unnerving. Distracting himself, he visualized his goals: he was ready to be done with the Makyans, ready to dump them off at Vestigia’s desk, ready to return home, back to bed, and become little spoon again. He’d earned his keep and craved his reward.

3. Something You Cannot Control

June 12, Age 776, 3:38 a.m.

Kedarake Observatory, Asazari

He was checking the island security cameras with Vestigia and Zeshmedinokov when the Makyans arrived. Only those Nhobusa trusted remained on duty. He never let the regulars attend these meetings. Didn’t need them ratting to King Furry. Never going to happen. His agents were worth their weight in gold and generously compensated for their quality.

“They’re here. Don’t keep them waiting.”

“I’ve unlocked the back gate. They’ll be with us shortly,” Vestigia said. While her voice remained calm, she hadn’t been able to entirely mask her apprehension. She’d never admit they made her nervous. Clacking her pen against the desk whenever they were around was a dead giveaway. As long as she remains professional, there won’t be an issue. I cannot replace my senior security supervisor. She’s far too valuable.

He harbored contempt for the skinchangers. A twinge of unease rattled down his bones. Treacherous snakes. They’re as bad as the kid. After he’s dead, I’ll set our team against them. They will not take over Earth, not while I’m standing in their way. The air stirred. Before he could blink, the host of aliens entered the observatory. How ironic. The sensors and telescopes are pointed to the sky and the aliens are right here. He needs a retinue to make himself feel better. Could’ve come alone. He’s coping hard. Feigning tranquility, they landed in staggered lines behind Chervil (two dozen strong), whom he could tell was heated. He caressed his wrist, clenching his jaw.

“The hour is late. Why have you summoned me?”

“Apologies, my friend. Following the incident in Raskintown, we’ve changed plans.”

“No longer believe in me? Careful. I have half a mind to tear you limb from limb. Don’t tempt me.”

“You fled from him. Your team was massacred. Tell me, what should my takeaway be? We have to be realistic about our chances.”

“He caught me off guard. No matter. I can take him. I’m sure of it. My arm isn’t badly damaged. He won’t stand a chance when I use my ultimate technique. Won’t see it coming. His impetuous nature can be exploited. I know how to beat him.”

“Your arm’s broken?” Nhobusa asked, faking a worried tone.

“Sprained. I can manage.”

I don’t believe you. “The situation has grown dire.”

“You fret too much. I’m alright. No matter what it takes, I’ll destroy him. I must, for the blood of my friends and fellow warriors he’s spilled. He won’t get away. It’s become personal.”

“My lead scientist, Dr. Zeshmedinokov, has been retooling our ki-restraining device. We used it on Ledas two years ago, and while it worked in tandem with a tranquilizer, we’ve upgraded it to limit his physical strength in addition to his energy reserves. After we hook him up to the device, he will be vulnerable enough for you to take him on in your current state. I will bring him to this very place tonight after the Kurenai Natsumatsuri. The festival will run late, as they always do, so you may find it preferable to rest up in the meantime. The boy is of age to drink saké. Agent Rambutala will be at the festival and will convince him to take part in the drinking games if needed. Agent Jia will help as well. If everything goes according to plan, the Saiyan will be drunk off his ass before midnight, making him easier to collect. We’ll snag him while he’s sleeping and bring him here. Then you can execute him and avenge your people.”

“Why wouldn’t you kill him yourself or throw him overboard?”

“There’s no guarantee that would work. We have to know for certain. Should anything go wrong, our lives will be forfeit. I’m not willing to assume the risk. Your powers are unmatched. You can finish him off. If you aren’t able to, we have a contingency. Admittedly, it’s a desperate idea.” Nhobusa gestured to the rocket in the center of the room behind them. “A repurposed intercontinental ballistic missile. Large enough to fit a teenager of his size inside, although it’ll be a tight squeeze.”

The Makyan folded his arms, which had to hurt like hell. Has to keep up appearances. “Hah. You’ve thought of everything. Don’t worry. He’ll die by my hand. I’m done playing games. When next we meet, I’ll give him my all. I’ll rip his heart out and eat it before his dying eyes.”

“We’re on the same page. Do not hold back. Use every ability you have. Don’t fall prey to arrogance. Even wearing the ki-restraining device, he may prove to be unruly. We haven’t managed to perfect the technology in time. But we cannot wait any longer. Do not underestimate him to your own peril.”

“Noted. I will return to Umihebiza. Several of my people lack faith in me. They don’t believe this is the best course of action. We’ll bring them in line. May take a day or two to tie up loose ends. I hope you understand.”

“Don’t let it get in the way of our mission. You can deal with their insubordination later. Remain focused on the task at hand.”

“Mmm.Time to take my leave. Until tonight.”

“Be back no later than ten. We intend to capture him before then.”

“Aye, And, for the record, he doesn’t count as next month’s sacrifice. Give us ten prisoners to make up for those he helped escape. My people are hungry. We do not forget.”

“Kill the Saiyan, and you can have whatever you want.”

The Makyan whistled to his crew. They disappeared down the shadow-clad hallway in a tornado of light and wind. His hair blew around, settling a moment later. Nhobusa took a deep breath, his pulse slowing. How many more times must I go through this? The kid’s long overstayed his welcome.

“I don’t trust them,” Vestigia said. “They give me the creeps. Kind of preferred how they looked when he brought the bodies in for the bounty. That’s how they should be. They reek of spice as much as arrogance.”

“We don’t have to trust them to make use of their strength. For now, Ledas is the bigger threat. He killed Cardinal. He killed Morucan, Tresparson, Kindler, and Dewberry. He’s a scourge upon our world. He’ll soon learn the biggest mistake he ever made was coming here.”

Nhobusa took out his phone, finding Jia in his contacts. Tonight’s a go. Be prepared. Make sure the target gets good and drunk during the festival. Don’t screw it up, he texted. Pocketing the device, he returned to the command console. Zesh was smoking, watching a podcast of what looked like a crew of assorted fruit and a stone-jawed guy in glasses rag on an aging, life-beaten obese woman (could’ve been a man, he couldn’t tell), chuckling to himself without a care in the world. I can’t relax. This isn’t over.

While the security cameras had engaged their night vision mode, there wasn’t anything interesting going on at this hour. Sure, the odd bird or jumping fish would hop into frame every once and a while, but for the most part, only the wind gave movement to the feeds. Despite his best efforts, his heart beat like he had sprinted here from the other side of the compound. This is what we’ve worked toward. This is it. We either succeed tonight or everyone dies. There was no middle ground, no going back.

The time had come.

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June 12, Age 776, 10:06 a.m.

Ohano’s Pub, Hosomaki

The bar was more tolerable without customers. Rays of sunlight leaked in through the windows. The floorboards languished in pooling darkness. Outside, the world bustled, spirited and full of life. Today was a big day. He felt more comfortable with his family. This was basically his grandparents’ second home. Ryori didn’t take their privilege lightly.

“That was amazing, man. You showed the bastards who’s boss. Why didn’t you tell me you were a martial artist?” Shoekki downed a shot glass, wiping his mouth and leaning back in his chair. “Seriously impressive. Had to have trained since you were a toddler. Guaranteed. Your strength’s out of this world.”

“He has,” said Ryori. “Ledas is a prodigy. He could compete in the next World Martial Arts Tournament. Probably would win.”

“I don’t know about that. Mr. Satan’s a helluva warrior. He’d be hard to beat. The guy took on Cell singlehandedly. You’re good, but you’re not that good. Let’s not get carried away.”

Ledas hardly paid attention, devouring a platter of burgers and fries that would be better suited for four people. Ryori nudged him. “Oh yeah, I’ve been training my whole life. I’m like steel. You may be right, though. Mr. Satan has the heart of a champion. Plus, he’s a man. I’m still growing.”

“Who taught you how to fly?”

“My dad back when I was like three or four. Didn’t take long from what I remember. Those are fleeting memories. Flying’s no big deal. You could learn how to do it too.”

He doesn’t realize how ridiculous he sounds. “A couple participants in the World Martial Arts Tournaments have been able to fly. Can’t be the easiest thing to do. You shouldn’t sell your skills short.”

“That Chiaotzu guy from the twenty-second tournament could fly and he looked fairly young. Then again, he lost his match. You never know, Ledas. There are countless strong opponents out there.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, yo. I hope they aren’t as weak as the skinchangers. That’d be a letdown.”

“Speaking of which,” Shoekki asked, “did you take the rest of them out? They’re from Umihebiza, right?”

“I checked last night. Nobody was there. Their village is abandoned. A ghost town. I dunno. Maybe they expected me.”

“No shit. They’re hiding because they know you’re stronger. You tore them apart twice,” Ryori said.

“After we leave, if they kick up again, I’ll come back and destroy them once and for all. Otherwise, good riddance.”

Grandpa and his assistant manager, a middle-aged man (thin, sallow, with a bristly, trimmed mustache) named Kenpichi, came out from the kitchens carrying bowls of ramen on platters. Ryori’s stomach growled. He felt an urge to say it was about time (that wouldn’t be nice). They had to make way more for Ledas. Can’t fault them. He was grateful for his grandfather’s accommodations. He hadn’t minded Ledas coming along on the trip (or at least hadn’t said anything), which he appreciated immensely. Does he suspect Ledas is more than my friend? Best not to think about it. They set the bowls down on the table, Kenpachi bowing and returning to his post while his grandfather hung around.

“Thanks, Grampa.”

“Thank you, thank you Mr. Ohano. I’m dying of hunger. Thought I was gonna starve,” Ledas whined, taking the nearest bowl between his hands and slurping it down. Why bother with chopsticks?

“After you’re finished eating, can you go into town for me? I need several ingredients for the Kurenai Natsumatsuri.”

Ryori nodded. “No problem. We’ll handle it.”

“Excellent. Shoekki, you can help me in the kitchen.”

“I mean, sure. Fair warning, though, I’m not a cook. Won’t be of much use.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you. You’re at an age where you should know how to make at least a handful of dishes. It’s long past time I imparted my knowledge to you. Who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy the process.”

Shoekki raised an eyebrow. “I’ll do my best. Can’t promise perfection or mediocrity.”

Grandpa chortled, handing Ryori the list of items to buy and a stack of zeni in Ƶ5000 bills that added up to Ƶ30,000. “You can keep any leftover change. Buy yourselves a treat for helping.”

“Thanks. But really, Grampa, we’re fine. I’ll bring it back.”

“No, no, I insist. The festival is a time of giving and sharing. You’re our guests. Have a splendid day.”

It would be awkward to refuse again (he didn’t have it in him), so he hugged his grandpa, thanking him profusely. “We’ll get everything you need.”

“You don’t have to rush, but please don’t take too long. The festival will begin at five. I need to get started on my courses before midday.”

“Understood. We’ll get everything and be back before you know it.” He muttered in Ledas’ ear, “We gotta go. Eat faster.”

He took that as a challenge. Grandpa returned to the kitchen while Ledas glugged down his ramen bowls like a competitive eater. Ryori and Shoekki picked at theirs, unable to compete.

“Miss the festivals?” he asked. “Been forever since we’ve been back.”

“Hell yeah. Can’t wait. Last time I was too young to take part in the drinking contest. Plus, there’s going to be more single women than a man could dream of. I’m gonna find me a hottie and get lucky.”

“We’re old enough to have saké, too, you know.”

“You’re lightweights. You won’t last past the first round.”

“Wanna bet?”

Shoekki stroked his goatee, his eyes set in cool defiance. “Any amount.”

Don’t underestimate me. I’ve been to the Guac like eight times. “Fine then. Ƶ15,000 zeni says I last longer than you. You in for the same?” Leeds grunted, looking up from his bowl and nodding before returning to his meal. Food brings out the barbarian in him. “Yeah, Ƶ15,000 apiece. Sound good?”

“I’m down. Easiest money I’ve ever made. See you there if you dare.”

Shoekki got up, ruffling Ryori’s hair and chuckling to himself before making his way to the kitchen. He doesn’t know who he’s up against. I’ll show him.

“Ready to go, dude? I don’t want to leave Grampa waiting.”

“Gimme a sec. This is so good. I can’t get enough,” Ledas said, downing his last bowl. Side-eyeing Ryori’s mostly untouched bowl, he asked, “Gonna finish that?”

While he wasn’t entirely full, time was of the essence. He never had much of an appetite early in the morning. His belly would be screaming in a few hours. For now, he couldn’t be bothered. “Take it. Hurry.”

“Aw yeah, today’s my lucky day.”

Ledas pigged out, gulping down the noodles and broth before casting the bowl aside and burping loudly, patting his belly and sighing in pleasure. Ryori’s ears grew hot. He’s an uncivilized brute. At least the bar’s closed.

The day was cool and windy, not overcast and not sunny. The town was abustle with activity. Throngs of people milled about, many doing what he and Ledas were, others preparing their shops for the festival. Seeing it was nostalgic to say the least. The smell of roasting meat was in the air. His mouth couldn’t stop watering. Starting to regret giving him my bowl. The paved white stone paths seemed dirtier than in his youth. There were more shops tightly squeezed together, and overall everything seemed smaller, bundled up, and cozy. He’d thought there weren’t supposed to be this many people, that the bulk of them had moved from the islands to the mainland. Didn’t seem like it. You’re looking back with rose-colored glasses. Stop. It’s done. The past is the past. Nothing you can do about it. He wished his parents were here.

He scanned the list. Four pineapples, ten mangoes, six papayas, and one jackfruit. An entire swordfish, twelve perch, and nine snappers. Six chickens, de-feathered, one juvenile pig, whole, and one hundred twenty strips of bacon. Grandpa doesn’t need as much as I’d assumed. He probably already has the majority of the ingredients in the bar. He read the list of spices. They could get those from a general store. He knew where.

Surprisingly, the shops he remembered were in the same places. Didn’t take long to get the fruit he needed. Dubidubi’s Fruit Emporium served their needs with efficiency and decorum. Wasn’t expensive, either. They stored everything in separate capsules. Jackfruit would cost five times as much on the mainland. There was an orchard inland. He’d been there ages ago on a tour with his family. He remembered the sticky jackfruit samples and how sweet the air had been.

They visited the butcher’s corner on the end of Kaisui Street, picking Machiburo’s to not displease his grandfather. Kind of on the expensive side, but they tend to have higher-quality meat from what I remember. His eyes welled with tears when he noticed the butcher behind the counter. It was Machiburo himself, the same man who’d given him and Shoekki meat at a discount as kids. Took him back. Does he remember me? He didn’t press the issue, ordering what he needed and getting out of there. The man didn’t comment. Perhaps he knew. Difficult to say. I was a little kid back then. No reason to assume. Not like I’m going to see him again anytime soon. He was nearly a man grown. He had a boyfriend and enough money to live comfortably. His brother was back. Jia was with them. They were living the dream. He wondered what Machiburo would think had he known. The meat went into different capsules to not cross-contaminate. Ryori thanked him, receiving a huff in response. His spirits weren’t dampened. This was too good a day.

They went into the local grocery store to procure the fresh herbs his grandpa required, buying a bag of Skittles that they split. Ledas hogged the banana-flavored ones. He checked the time on his phone. It’s not even eleven. We’ve got loads of time.

Feeling loose and confident, he threw an arm around Ledas’ shoulder, showing him his phone. “We don’t have to be back for another hour. Wanna explore?”

“Heck yeah. Show me the way.”

He took him all over town, pointing out restaurants, shops, and stores he and Shoekki had hit in their youth. Back then, they hadn’t had the money to live comfortably. They’d taken what they needed and never looked back. He regretted doing so, refusing to reveal his shame. It was a different time. We did what we had to. They ran to East Chikurin Street, stumbling upon that old familiar shop he and Shoekki used to go to nearly every day.

They popped inside for jerky. A guy he didn’t recognize manned the register. No surprise. They go through cashiers faster than Shoekki with tissue paper. They procured their treat, approaching the counter, when he noticed something, pulling Ledas aside. His blood ran warm. He was feeling it.

“Dude, look at the magazines on the back wall.”

“Yeah? What about them?”

“They’re pornos. We gotta snag one. It’s just, we’re not old enough to buy them.”

“Really? Why?”

“Have to be eighteen. That’s the law.”

“Lame.”

“I know. It’s dumb as hell. Could you use your super speed?”

He looked surprised. “You mean steal it?”

“Why not? What do they care? It’s not like they sell a lot of the type we’re into.”

“I’ll do it, but we’re going to pay. We have money to spare.”

“Cool, cool. Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Which one, again?”

“The one with the guy on the cover, duh. You know I don’t like women.”

“Right, right, sorry. The plastic coverings make it difficult to tell. I gotcha.”

He paid for a bag of jerky, left, and waited by the door. A breeze blew its lazy way through the shop. The cashier didn’t notice. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from exploding in laughter. Ledas appeared at the entrance, leaning against the wall, waiting for Ryori to join him. Don’t need to ask me twice. They ran down the road, giggling deviously, slipping into an alley to get away from the crowds.

“Got it?” he asked, barely able to hide his eagerness.

“Yep. Left Ƶ5000 on the counter.”

“Ƶ5000? That’s way too much. It couldn’t have cost half that.”

He shrugged. “I got plenty from the skinchangers’ bounties. No big deal.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Show me the ‘zine.”

He unfolded it from under his shirt. Ryori tore the plastic away, flipping through the pages. “Damn, this is good shit. These guys are smokin’ hot, don’t you think? Look, look.”

“I mean, they are, but I don’t wanna look at ‘em right now.”

“Why not?”

“We’re in public. What’s the point? You know what’ll happen if I do. It’ll be awkward. There’s too many people around.”

“Okay, okay, you’re right. We’ll save it for later,” he said, sliding the magazine down the front of his pants. He’s getting flustered. Not like I’m one to talk.

Despite his blood running hot, he knew it was best to save things for later. They left the alley, entering a deserted side street, continuing to run. The wind was in their faces. They had not a care in the world. Nobody’s watching. I don’t care how childish this looks. They went on until he brought them to a stop at the base of the mountain where a massage parlor called Hontori Shell lay. A blue-shelled turtle danced around the strobing neon sign, playfully beckoning people in. His heart thrummed in his ears.

“Look, it’s the massage parlor. Been years since I’ve been here. Damn, it’s still up and running,” Ryori said, trying to catch his breath. He shivered, flashes of memories coming to him like razor blades.

“What’s that mean?”

“Are you for real? You’ve never heard of them? That’s hard to believe.”

“Honest. I don’t know what a massage is.”

“It’s when you pay a person to rub down your body to relieve tension in your muscles. Can’t believe you didn’t have those wherever you’re from. Especially since you’re a fighter.”

“Wow, strange. Kind of weird, no? Who’d want strangers rubbing their bodies?”

He’s an absolute airhead. “My mom used to work here. She was the best. I always admired what she did. This is gonna sound stupid, but when I was little, I wanted to follow in her footsteps. Kinda was my dream. Wanted to make her proud. Now she’s gone. I never got the chance. Shoekki thinks it’s a dumb idea. I don’t know, they make good money. The better you are, the more you can charge. And I wouldn’t have to open my own place if I didn’t want to. Just a silly thought, I guess. Haven’t considered it for ages. Seeing this place again–I don’t know, it stirred up old feelings. Am I being naive?”

“Shoekki’s a hater. Don’t listen to him. If that’s what you want to do, I say go for it. The heart knows what it wants.”

He bit his lip again, thinking himself such a child. Mom had taken him there on her shifts, showed him how she’d operated (babysitting him while working), and there had been a connection, a formation in his brain that had confirmed his disposition. He’d fought against it, dismissed it, buried it in the deep recesses of his mind. He felt embarrassed sharing his feelings with Ledas. At the same time, Ledas wasn’t laughing at him like Shoekki had. Why was he hesitating? Was this his ego? “Everyone said it’d be a bad idea. Everyone except you.”

“Well, can you blame me? Sounds awesome based on your description. Like really cool. Plus, you can practice on me. You have the softest touch. Now we have another excuse.”

Ryori leaned in, kissing him on the nose. For a second, for some wild, insane moment, he didn’t care if anyone saw them. He couldn’t contain himself. That magazine hadn’t helped. “You don’t know how much it means to hear you say. Alright, challenge accepted. You’ll be patient zero.”

“Your mom would be proud of you. Put everything you have into this. Don’t assume it’ll be easy. You gotta try your best. I know you will. You’ll do great.”

They watched the turtle blinking in and out of existence, extending its flipper, coaxing them inside. In his heart, he knew this was his path. How randomly they had come upon this place didn’t matter. This was what he most desired. Seeing the parlor again after so many years strengthened his resolve. That has to mean something. Ledas’ support was everything. He shivered. Forgetting to bite his lip, Ryori stepped away, blinking fast. “I’ll make her proud. And I’ll make you feel better than ever, promise. Can’t believe you’ve never had a massage before. We gotta change that.”

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June 12, Age 776, 5:02 p.m.

Black Sand Beach, Raskintown

The pungent smell of barbecue was carried along by a light seawind. That’s what I’m talking about. Raskintown’s Black Sand Beach was overrun with travelers, tourists, and natives who had come together to celebrate the annual Kurenai Natsumatsuri. Ledas didn’t care about any of them ‘cept Ryori and Jia and Shoekki and the Ohanos (a wee bit). Crowds gave him anxiety. The promise of food (biasing him with its succulent aroma) and alcohol was reason to stay. This was going to be a long night. Best to make the most of it.

Jia and Shoekki broke off to socialize at the driftwood dining tables that had been brought out to the beach, sharing drinks, stories, and laughter. The Ohanos, Ryori, and Ledas watched a procession of dancers clad in elaborate, evocative costumes march across the shoreline. They wore fish masks, demonic masks, bird masks, and other masks stranger still. Half of them carried banners (he didn’t bother trying to read them) and what looked like colorful papier-mâché animal heads on sticks. Mr. Ohano narrated their duteous movements. Ledas hardly paid attention. His mouth watered. He craved the coming feast. His fingers thrummed against his arm. He had given up on patience minutes ago. Every second ate away at his stamina.

Then came a column of fire breathers, twirling torches, their bodies coated in flame-retardant oils (or so Mr. Ohano said). Their tricks weren’t lame or anything, but he was growing restless. Mr. Ohano had promised there’d be an eating competition. He was dying to enter. Ryori was more interested in the saké drinking contest. He wasn’t as much of a fan of the taste of alcohol. The side effects usually led to an entertaining time, to be fair. They lit bonfires as they strutted past, which held religious significance, apparently.

The dancers were next, clad in decorative kimonos of white, blue, purple, yellow, and orange. They danced in pairs, men and women. Certain groupings wore fish and bird masks. The majority came as they were. As they went by, the onlookers whooped and cheered. Music boomed from the beach, taiko drummers leading the way. Streamers and sparklers filled the air. Joining them, people flooded onto the beach, dividing into pairs, dancing amidst moonlight and bonfires and rapturous songs.

“Come on, boys, what do you say?” Mrs. Ohano said, taking her husband by the arm. “Let’s join the party.”

“What’re you talking about?” Ledas asked.

“The traditional Gekko Odori has begun. It’s tradition that everyone participates. Dance with us. You’ll have a grand time.”

“Of all the human customs, dancing’s top tier terrible. Lame as heck.”

“Don’t be a stick in the mud. You’ll have a blast.”

“I don’t have anyone to dance with,” Ryori said.

“Why, you have each other, don’t you?”

Ryori’s cheeks went red. “What’s that supposed to mean? Men are meant to dance with women.”

Mrs. Ohano gave an odd look. “I thought—never mind. Do what you please. There are plenty of women looking for a dance partner. Go find them. I promise you’ll have a delightful time. Put yourselves out there and you’ll be rewarded. This is about having fun. Don’t pressure yourselves.”

The boys exchanged a look. Ledas hadn’t attempted to hide his exasperation. I wasn’t kidding. Dancing’s awkward as heck. It looks and feels dumb. I mean, if they like it, cool. I won’t participate. “Go on without us. Have a good time,” Ryori said.

She shrugged, and the Ohanos disappeared into the crowd. “Whew, let’s get food.”

“You don’t want to dance with me?”

“Huh? It’s not that. I’m not dancing period. Like ever. I’ll do most anything with you, dude. You know that. Dancing’s a human invention I don’t get. What’s the appeal? It’s cool if you like it. Go ahead and party with them, I’m not stopping you. It’s just I’m not going to be involved. You can’t make me.”

His voice barely rose above the pounding drums. “I don’t want to if you aren’t there.”

“Well then, let’s find something else to do.”

“Alright. I’m with you.”

He got the sense Ryori would have fancied a dance with him. This was a line in the sand, a hill to die on. Dancing’s stupid. I won’t do it. Not now, not ever. They made their way inland, finding a group of tents where the smell of food was strongest. Ryori swore his stomach wasn’t playing tricks on him. This was the good place, the most glorious area. This was the makeshift kitchen.

A line thirty or forty long had spilled out from a giant tent. From above, smoke rose in wavering plumes, obscuring the starlight. His belly rumbled. Salt was in the air, displacing the smell of cooking meat and vegetables now and then, the natural ruggedness of the land mixing with human ingenuity. He could hardly wait, tapping his tail against Ryori’s forearm.

“I’m hungry. Will it be much longer?”

“You’re always hungry. Don’t worry, you’re in luck. The all-you-can-eat competition has been scheduled for about twenty minutes from now,” Ryori said, consulting his phone. “Whoever eats the most will be crowned the Iron Stomach.”

“Wonder if the victor gets a trophy or a big cash prize. Gotta, right? I’ll win for sure,” he declared. “C’mon, let’s enter.”

“Entry fee’s Ƶ10,000. The winner gets Ƶ400,000. Not too shabby. But why do I have to be involved? You’ll beat me, not to mention anyone seriously trying to win. I don’t stand a chance.”

“Aw, don’t worry. Winning’s overrated. You’ll get to try tons of delicious dishes. Trust me, it’ll be worth it. I’m not gonna make you. Just thought it’d be fun.”

Ryori chewed on his pinky nail, looking to the sky (Ledas very much adored him when he did that). “Okay, okay, what the hell, I’m in. After you ate the rest of my ramen, I’ve been feeling peckish. I’ll try my luck.”

They got in line. Ledas could hardly stand still he was so excited. Ryori was a little down. Hoping it hadn’t been because of his earlier stubbornness, he asked, “Be real with me. How badly did you want to dance?”

“I would’ve, but if you aren’t into it, I’m not gonna force you. That’d be worse. You don’t like dancing, so we won’t dance. There’s nothing else to it. And it’s not like I’d dance with an island girl. No way. Euck.” He looked repulsed. “Seriously, it isn’t a big deal. I literally don’t care. Dancing isn’t my hobby.” Gulping back emotion, Ledas hugged him. Ryori yanked away, gasping and going red. Ah, right. People are looking. “Dude, not now. What’re you doing?”

“Scared they’ll see? You know, they would’ve if we’d danced together.”

“That’s different.”

No, it’s not. “Whatever you say, baby.”

Ryori rolled his eyes. The line moved at a reasonable speed. Before long, they reached the tent’s entrance. They were met by a woman holding a clipboard. “Names, please.”

They gave them. With a hasty scrawl, she slapped their chests with stickers and granted them entry. Ledas was #62; Ryori was #63. Then they were ushered inside. He didn’t need to be told twice. More people were in there than he’d expected. The stench of tobacco ran rampant, polluting the succulence of cooking meat. He hated it. Wasn’t like he could stop them. Don’t worry about things you can’t control. Before them was a wide table where the contestants had been seated. Everything was yellow and bright. Artificial lights. Going all out, eh? Ryori took them to their seats near the end on the side facing those who had certainly been there for a while.

Waiting for the rest to file in was torture. Impatience gnawed at his brain. He struggled to sit still. Ryori had to stop him from playing with his chopsticks. Am I embarrassing him? I don’t mean to. Try to hold it together. The need to move, to do something, ate away at him. He settled for tapping his fingers against his empty bowl.

Eventually, at long last, at long long last, the village elders entered the tents to grunts and applause, forming up at the pulpit before the table. The chief elder sported tattoos on the left side of his body, wrinkly, hunched, and gaunt, feebly leaning against a driftwood cane. Behind him was the guy who’d taken them on the fishing trip yesterday. The old man began his speech, coughing into his fist before tapping the mic. That they had this level of technology was unexpected, given how the rest of the festival looked. That dangling cord clashed with the aesthetics, not that he was a stickler.

Everything went by in a daze as if this were a fever dream. This is not to say he wasn’t in the moment, wasn’t cognizant. The elder rambled on about honor and glory and tradition. His belly was twisting in knots, his concentration slipping. Start already, sheesh. No two ways about it. He couldn’t care less about the geezer’s bloviating. Holding his tongue gave the illusion he was a polite, well-behaved boy.

After the contestants applauded (he refused to join them), the servers came out like a flock of trained birds, presenting the contestants with the first course—halibut with rice and a fruit medley. Looked like pineapple, mango, papaya, and banana. He wasn’t about to dissect every course. He was here to eat, to fill his belly, and to win. He could handle this. Maybe Ryori’s grandpa had a hand in this dish. A lot of the ingredients we got earlier are in this one.

And eat he did. Ledas inhaled his plate faster than anyone else. Unsurprisingly, there weren’t any DQs. The second course was served five minutes later, featuring grilled marlin with chopped carrots, sprouts, and a mango chutney. Again, everyone finished their dishes. He looked to Ryori, who was wiping his mouth with a napkin, and raised an eyebrow as if daring him onward. He winked back. Doesn’t have much more in him. It’s gotta be the same for the others. Time to show my quality.

The third course consisted of eight fried chicken skewers with pineapple and potatoes, drizzled in a tangy sauce he didn’t know the name of. This was where they began tapping out. Ryori was amongst those unable to finish, scarfing down two skewers before calling it quits. He was allowed to remain behind, as everyone else who failed was, cheering him on. He’d be lying if he said that didn’t help. Of the eighty-one contestants, fifty-eight made it past the round. To be fair, that was like half a kilogram of chicken. He wasn’t fazed. I’m just getting started. I eat more than this for breakfast.

By the fourth dish, which was pork stew with potatoes, onions, peppers, and pineapples, the contestants were dropping like flies. Twenty-two made it through. They had five minutes per course, and if one could not finish their plate (or bowl) in that time, they were out. Then came the spicy pork tacos (five per contestant), and while Ledas fancied himself a spiceboy, the heat hit hard. He was impressed. Wonder which peppers they used. Tastes sweet. Maybe habanero. Men and women agonized around him, sweating and chugging water (as if that would help). The five-minute time limit crept up on them, growing harsher by the course. Nine made it through. Ledas did so comfortably. His tongue burned. Wasn’t the hottest spice he’d had to endure. Packed a punch, to be sure. Those years spent on Planet Cooler 92 were finally coming in clutch, he thought sardonically.

The next course was fried whitefish sliders, eight per participant. Here’s where things got difficult. He was feeling it, and while he munched down on the first four without issue, the next took genuine effort. Damn it, I shouldn’t have had seven bowls of ramen for lunch. If I’d known it’d be this much food, I would’ve fasted. Doesn’t matter. I can’t give up. Pain wouldn’t stop him.

They were consuming an insane amount of food, and it wasn’t like the islandfolk were professional eaters (as far as he knew). They fell by the wayside at this juncture, leaving only Ledas and a quite portly bronze-skinned fellow by the name of Debu Debu (how Ledas knew his name is apocryphal). He met the man’s eyes, smiling. Debu Debu didn’t return the social nicety, scoffing and grumbling, looking away, wiping his beard with a napkin in a clockwise motion. This isn’t his first feast. Look at him go. Great technique.

The next course was beef ramen. The bowls they were brought in weren’t anything to sneeze at. Had to be more than a kilogram of noodles and broth apiece. He and the big man finished their courses in a hurry, neither taking more than a minute or two. Debu Debu stared him down. Truth be told, he was growing a tad bored. He was full. Beyond full. His stomach swelled. A throbbing pain panged through his insides. The competition wasn’t hitting him, despite Ryori’s cheerleading (he was doing his best, which was sincerely appreciated). He was kind of over it, or at least that’s what he told himself. The feeling of having a good time had long since passed.

The seventh course was fried calamari rings. Ledas barely tolerated seafood. Fish was, for the most part, okay. Edible, not great. He despised squid. Ryori swore it tasted like chicken. He knew better. Try though he might to stuff them down his gullet, it was repulsive. Absolutely horrid. I don’t know how much more I can take. He gagged after the fourth ring, hunching over, controlling his breathing to prevent himself from spewing. Not gonna happen. Not in front of everybody. The taste alone was enough to stop him. Like a punch to the face. The fried batter barely helped. It was one thing getting filled to the brim. It was another having to endure disgusting food and lots of it. He’d have to consume four bowls of the foul-tasting meat. There were probably twenty to thirty rings in each one. Debu Debu munched away, going through them like onion rings. He’d already cleaned two bowls.

Rising to his feet, holding his midsection, Ledas cast his chopsticks aside. “I give up. Can’t eat another bite.”

The village elder who was playing referee limped over, favoring his cane. “Are you sure, my boy? Three minutes remain. You’re not out of this.”

I won’t tell them why. Don’t wanna be rude. “I’m positive. I’m full enough to burst.”

“Very well, then by the powers vested in me, I pronounce Debu Debu the competitive eating champion of the Crimson Islands. He is the Age 776 undisputed Iron Stomach. Congratulations, Debu Debu. You have won. We bow before you.”

He tried to shake his hand, but Debu Debu, rising to his feet faster than a Phoenix from Arizona, pumped his fists, thrust his hips (two pumps to not incur a penalty), and roared like a lion. He danced (could’ve been traditional) while the congregation bowed stoically. I bow to no one. Ledas backed off, thinking better of it. It was what it was. He didn’t care.

A slew of competitors approached Debu Debu, congratulating him and making small talk. The room was abuzz with an excited energy that made him feel sick. He rubbed his jaw, returning to Ryori, who looked crestfallen. Perhaps he was projecting. “You feelin’ alright, dude? That was an insane amount of food.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry about that. I couldn’t keep up. Guy’s got the stomach of a champion.”

“You did your best. That’s what matters. I’m proud of you. Don’t feel bad. Looks like you don’t have a bottomless pit after all.”

“I don’t. Let’s get out of here.”

Ryori opened his mouth, closed it, and followed him out. He’s got my back. That’s what makes him the best. The wind and the music greeted them with equal force. He smelled the ocean, the fires, the food, and the hundreds of intermingling unique scents of those in attendance (none as alluring as Ryori’s). They held hands. He admired Ryori’s bravery. No need to talk. Just felt right. I’ll turn anyone who mocks us into dust. Everyone was concerned with their own affairs; nobody noticed. That’s how it should be. His heart thumped. Ryori must’ve been relieved. See, it’s not that bad.

Shoekki was at the tables beyond the tents, holding court with a gaggle of girls. He couldn’t help but get the feeling they were regretting being there. Jia sat with a man three tables down, laughing over drinks. An odd feeling tickled his brain as if he’d seen him before. No way. He ran into us at the onsen a few days ago. He told us about the skinchangers. Did she know him? She seemed comfortable. Couldn’t say for certain. Wasn’t worth speculating about. The islands were a cramped place. No wonder he’d found his way here.

“Wanna take on the saké challenge? Take a shot every minute until you give up. We probably won’t win. Sounds like a great time, anyway.”

“Hell yeah. Let’s do it. I’m so in.”

With a spring in his step, Ryori led him to another tent. He was experiencing déjà vu as if he were in a dream. This is exactly like the other challenge. He wasn’t sure how good he could do. Feeling embarrassed from losing the eating contest (and full to the brim), he thrust his shoulders back, put his chin up, and screwed up his face. He tried to maintain an airy disposition, hard as it was not to succumb to social pressure. Cool and confident. That’s the way. There were people around. If he let his social mask slip, that’d be the end of him.

They were #31 and #32, and like at the eating competition, a wide wooden table had been readied inside the tent. Shoekki whistled and waved at them from behind. He was eight people back. He’s participating too. Figures. No chance we beat him or the other alcoholics.

They took their seats. Shoekki managed to pass through the line after getting his number (#41), sitting to the left of Ryori. The servers (who looked suspiciously like those in the previous contest) gave everyone a ceremonial shot glass, or whatever they were supposed to be, and bottles of treasured poison. They were also given several glasses of water and a bucket to throw up in if necessary. He found that funny, biting his tongue to hold back. Everything was solemn and ceremonial. This was deep shit. Spiritual, one could say.

“Look. How considerate. They knew you’re going to hurl. At least it won’t get on me. Props for that.”

“I’m not hurling. You’ll see,” Ryori promised.

“Me either.”

“You’re fifteen. Can’t have had much saké before.”

“We’ve had beer and shots. Not a lot in a single sitting, admittedly,” Ryori said. “We have a friend who can get us into the Guac whenever we like. We’ve gone two or three times a year since you, uh, have been gone. And before you say anything, we don’t drink that much. The most I’ve had is five beers and a couple of shots.”

“Jeez. At your age, that’s a massive amount. Beer won’t prepare you for this. I’ll be surprised if you get three shots in.”

“The worst part is the taste,” Ledas lamented. “At least it makes me feel good.”

“Welcome to the club, man. That’s how it is for practically everyone.”

The town elder didn’t give a speech this time. He wasn’t there as far as Ledas could tell. Everything was much less formal. There were forty-seven entrants, less than half who took part in the food competition, comprising mostly young and middle-aged men. The referee (a youthful man with a toned stomach and a shaved head) blew his whistle and the competition began. Didn’t give a speech, which was unsettling. Had to break tradition. Ledas poured himself a shot, taking a whiff of the saké. He gagged, looking around incredulously as the rest drank theirs down, most doing so unflinchingly. That was a mistake. Nasty. Seeing Ryori take his shot, he followed suit, trying not to get left behind. It tasted, if anything, worse than it smelled. Trying his best not to immediately throw up (he had too much food in his belly to let go to waste), he drank as much water as he could to blunt the taste.

Shoekki had finished his shot without issue. “Not bad, eh?”

“It’s horrible. I’d never order this shit in a bar,” Ryori said between coughs.

The whistle blew again. They poured, drank, and gagged. His blood flowed warm, and the tingling in his skin gave him a rush. Almost didn’t feel worth it. Maybe they got used to the taste from having it all the time. If they can, we can too. His thoughts slowed; time sped up. Before he could catch his breath, the whistle blew once more.

The third shot was significantly harder to stomach than the second. Most were doing fine. Nobody dropped out. By the fourth, he was feeling clear-headed and giggly. Mayhaps the taste wasn’t intolerable anymore. The amount of liquid sloshing in his belly worried him. He was bloated worse than a Qwilfish. Ryori was grimacing, groaning after every shot. Heat rose in his chest, and after the fifth shot, the room started to ripple and waver, like he was viewing it from underwater.

Ryori wiped his mouth, smacking his tongue. “Remind me never to do this again. How are you holding up?”

He felt his cheeks parting into a smile by natural reflex. “It’s getting easier. I’m feeling it.”

“Don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t wanna hurl. I’m pretty close. Can we bail?”

I could keep going. But if he wants to leave, that’s good enough for me. I’ll go anywhere with him. This silly contest doesn’t matter. It means nothing to me. We weren’t gonna win anyway. “Sure. Let’s do one more. It’s free alcohol. Gotta get our money’s worth.”

Ryori beamed, biting his lip, looking more handsome than he should’ve in that moment. Ledas felt a pleasant vibration course through his loins. They took their last shots and left, tearing the paper badges off their shirts. Shoekki laughed derisively, leaning back in his chair, waving them goodbye. He had to know it’d come to this. Smart bet.

It was cooler and quieter outside. The party was dying down. He felt light and loose. Ryori held his hand again. Maybe he’s feeling braver now that he’s drunk. People are gonna see. He didn’t bring it up. Didn’t want him to let go. A native walked by, munching on a jumbo chicken kebab. Seeing them, he pointed the stick in their faces.

“Scrumptious meat, you know? Delectable, juicy, with a hint of spice. Want any?”

“Thanks, we’re good.”

“Plenty left. Get yourselves a skewer before it’s gone. Fireworks are starting soon. When they’re finished, the food will be packed up. Get it while you can.”

“We may. Thanks for letting us know.”

The guy disappeared down the road. How bizarre. Who’d share a kebab with a stranger? A kebab was a profoundly personal food item in Ledas’ estimation.

“I don’t want his meat, I want yours,” Ryori said, slurring his speech, finding himself hilarious, falling against him.

“You’re hella drunk, dude. Haven’t seen you like this in a long time. I like it. So affectionate.”

“Shut up,” he said mischievously. “Let’s go somewhere private to watch the fireworks.”

Their fingers intertwined, they strolled down the dirt path away from the festival tents. The sounds of partying, singing, and music grew dimmer. They found a secluded area off the road where the sky was visible from the vantage of a boulder. Trees surrounded them, providing privacy. He helped Ryori climb up, watching him carefully, as drunk people are often reckless, displaying an alarming lack of self-preservation in their actions. Don’t let him slip. That’d ruin everything.

Looking to the stars, Ryori said, “They go on endlessly. How many have you been to?”

“Dunno. Could be dozens. Hard to say. Some are too dim to see from here. It’s a lot, either way.”

“Wild how you managed to get here from all the way up there, from a distant planet. We gotta take another ride in your ship. I wanna visit far-off worlds.”

“Anytime, dude. Hanging out with you is the best. I wouldn’t trade it for anything, not even training. This has been an incredible vacation. Hosomaki is beautiful. I can’t believe you grew up here. You were hella spoiled.”

“It’s nice. A lot nicer sharing it with you.”

A firework bloomed into crackling light in the sky, purple and red, startling them. Then another boomed and five more, and the sky shimmered with sparkling, radiant energy. They reminded him of ki, as if warriors were flying above engaged in a tumultuous battle. A boy could dream.

For a while, they sat in silence, enjoying the fireworks. Then, Ryori took his hand, squeezing it and tugging him closer. Their eyes locked, Ryori’s countenance bashful. He leaned in, their lips brushing together. He kissed him softly before pulling back and pressing their foreheads against one another.

“I love you,” Ryori murmured. “I love being with you. Especially here. You’ve made everything better.”

“I love you too,” Ledas replied, kissing him again.

This time, as their lips met Ryori’s tongue poked through. Aw yeah. He flushed and did likewise, twisting them against one another. They made out underneath the bright flashes of the Hosomaki fireworks display, embracing and caressing each other’s chests. Ryori slipped a hand underneath his shirt, rubbing his upper chest. Heat was building inside him that wasn’t due to alcohol, and he couldn’t have been more into it.

A rumbling in the bushes distracted them. Shoekki stumbled into view, his head bowed and bobbing, whistling to himself, found a tree he fancied, and pissed a torrent of liquid, pressing a hand against the trunk to prevent himself from careening into the underbrush. They separated, aghast. When he looked at them, they gave him sheepish looks and waved.

“Why are ya guys way out here? What’re ya doin’?” he slurred.

“We’re watching the fireworks. Look, it’s a great view.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, whatever. Don’t get lost. Feelin’ drunk? Did the saké warm getcha all giddy and silly?”

“Not as much as you, evidently. How many did you have?”

“Hey, I nearly won. It was sooooo worth it.” He zipped up and hopped clumsily back to the road. “Enjoy yourselves. Didn’t need to be said.” He laughed to himself while walking off.

“Ah, shit,” Ryori whispered after he’d gone. “Think he saw us?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? He’s pretty drunk. He might not remember even if he did.”

He winced. “This is bad, dude. Shit, we shouldn’t have done that.”

“What’s the big deal?”

“You don’t get it. He doesn’t know we’re together.”

“So what? You told our friends years ago. Why does it matter?”

“That’s different. He’s family. If he isn’t cool with it, I could lose him forever. You don’t understand. I have to be careful.”

He placed a hand on Ryori’s shoulder, rubbing tenderly. “Look, don’t get worked up. He’ll be cool. He probably already knows. We’ve been sleeping in the same bed at home and your grandparents’ house. He’s gotta at least suspect. And if he doesn’t approve, that’s his problem. Don’t live your life for others. You gotta seek out your own happiness. He doesn’t get to choose for you.”

“I know, okay? I know. Easier said than done. He’s family. I can’t give up on him. I don’t want to lose him. That’d be too painful to bear. Hopefully, he didn’t see anything,” Ryori said, resting his head on Ledas’ shoulder.

This was bound to happen sooner or later. He’s gonna have to tell his brother whether he wants to or not. I can’t continue sneaking around. It hurts. I want to show my affection openly. “Don’t be pessimistic. He’s not going to care. Most likely, he’ll be happy for you. From what I’ve seen, he’s pretty laid-back. It’ll be fine, dude, I swear. You have to trust your instincts. You’re afraid of the worst-case scenario. It won’t go down like that.”

“You could be right. I dunno. I know it’s not worth fussing over. I just can’t tell him yet. Give me time. Have to work up to it. Been dreading the day it came to this, but I’ll do it, alright?”

“You’re good, dude, take however much time you need. You’re my everything. I wish we didn’t have to keep our relationship in the shadows because I love you and want to show it. Like, walking on eggshells sucks, you know? Screw anyone who has a problem with it. Our lives aren’t about them.”

“I know, I know. You’re right. I’ll tell him. Okay? Just gotta work up to it. This isn’t easy, dude. I don’t know how he’ll react.”

“If he’s a good person, and I think he is, he’ll be happy for you. Trust in that. Otherwise, he’s not worth saving.”

Ryori hugged him, sniffling. They watched the rest of the fireworks display, the heat of their bodies counteracting the ever-chilling winds, and Ledas knew there wasn’t another place in the universe he’d rather be.

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June 12, Age 776; 11:48 p.m.

Ryori’s room, Ohano house, Hosomaki

Untangling himself from Ledas, Ryori rolled out of bed, the cold draping him in a cloak, checking his phone for the time. His head was pounding and his bladder was full enough to burst. Kami, I’m tired. Overdid it in the drinking contest. Big mistake. He found the bathroom without needing to turn on the lights. He loved that painting of a sailboat on choppy waters hanging over the toilet. Dad drew that before I was born. He was an incredible artist. Wish I had his skill. The darkness didn’t matter. Closing his eyes, he visualized it, every brush stroke, every splotch. Not a day went by he didn’t miss his parents. The painting was a small comfort, something to remember him by.

Once he finished, he crept back down the corridor, walking on the balls of his feet so as to not make noise. From the hallway, he noticed a shadow moving in the moonlight. Whispered voices came from ahead. He shivered, clutching his phone. Is Ledas sleepwalking again? Peering around the corner, he saw a man in the doorframe of his room, a strange metallic device in one hand (looked like a helmet), a gun-like device with a long syringe in the other. He faced the hallway. Ryori jumped back, keeping an eye from the sharpest angle. Jia stood behind him, aiming a pistol at him. I didn’t know she carried. Has she always done that? What the hell?

“You’re not taking him. End of discussion,” she said, her voice rising barely above a whisper.

“What are you talking about? That’s the plan. Don’t tell me you’ve gotten cold feet.”

“The plan’s changed. You aren’t taking him. I’ll shoot you if you try. Get out and don’t come back. Last warning.”

“Jia, please, don’t make me laugh. Are you going to throw everything away for the alien? Why? To what end?”

He looks familiar. I’ve seen him before. “He isn’t evil. You have no right to do this. He hasn’t done anything.”

“He destroyed our lab, took out the scientists, killed—”

“That was self-defense. They provoked him. Sent the Kiseibachi after him. What was he supposed to do, give up and die? He’s not a bad kid. He has no aspirations of taking over the world or exterminating mankind. You’re trying to get back at him for past defeats. It’s all about Nhobusa’s ego. Stop pretending it’s anything deeper.”

“You’re a fool. A sad, brainwashed dolt. I suspected you were a rat. What’ll this achieve? If you kill me, they’ll know you’ve betrayed us. Your life will be forfeit. You’re done for either way.”

“Not happening. This ends tonight. I’ll wake Ledas and send him to Asazari to level your base. You won’t get out of this alive. He’s so far beyond you, you don’t understand. Enough already. He’s a good boy. You aren’t taking him. I’ve said my piece.”

Jia took a step forward, then another, thrusting her arm out as if to brace herself against the bastard (he side-stepped), exhaling sharply, dropping her gun and slumping over. From behind, a dark-skinned man clad in a black trenchcoat ripped a syringe out of her back, returning it to a gun-like device that looked like the one his comrade held.

“You were correct, Rambu. Pity. She’ll die with him. Affix the device.”

“Sad to see talent go to waste. She dug her own grave.”

“Can’t be helped. We move forward.”

They disappeared into the room, returning seconds later, the lighter-skinned man dragging Ledas in his shirt and boxers by the tail. The other guy slung Jia over a shoulder and followed. Ryori quivered, his hands shaking bad. He could hardly hold onto his phone. His ears and cheeks had gone hot. A deep fury rose in him. They’re not taking him. I won’t let them. I have to stop them. Somehow. Someway. He means everything to me.

He was merely a teenager, unarmed and in his pajamas. There was no time to grab a coat or shoes. He had to follow them. I’ll die before I let them kill Ledas. I won’t live in a world without him. He blinked fiercely, clearing his blurring vision. Don’t succumb to emotions. I’ll get caught. Be smart. Look for an opportunity to strike.

He crept on the balls of his feet after them, scanning the hallway in vain for Jia’s pistol. Of course, he took it. Couldn’t make things easy for me, could ya? His heart was in his throat watching them exit out the back door. He slipped out from the side door in the kitchen, knowing they had moored their boat on the dock behind his grandparents’ house.

Sure as shit, the fuckers hauled Jia and Ledas down the docks. He couldn’t stop himself. His feet moved as if on autopilot. Something not entirely of his own doing drove him. What it was, he couldn’t explain but felt in his soul. Can’t stop now. They’re not taking him. They’re not. The men hadn’t noticed him. They were talking, preoccupied. It took no effort to sneak up behind them. Reaching their cabin cruiser, they descended below deck to stow their unconscious prey. That was his chance.

Splinters poking his bare feet, and with nothing save his phone, Ryori sprinted to the boat, leaping over the side, skidding onboard. Tearing his knees up, he winced, biting his lip. He found a tarp to the left, and taking the lucky break, dived under it, his heart in his ears. I’m going to die. So what? I can’t let them take Ledas. I can’t let them hurt Jia. I won’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop them. I’ll go out swinging.

Whether or not this was a good idea never occurred to him. It was the only thing he could do. There was no going back. He’d either save them or die with them. So be it, Ryori thought. He’s a Saiyan. He’d never go down without giving his all. Neither will I.

4. True Love Fights

June 13, Age 776, 1:14 a.m.

On a New Red Ribbon Army boat, 5.278648 off the coast, Asazari

He lay under the tarp for what felt like an eternity. Didn’t check his phone, fearing the light would give him away. Ryori bit his lip until it bled to stop himself from shivering. The night was bitterly freezing, shaking him to his core, not the kind one would choose to endure in their pajamas. Stop complaining. There’s no going back. He’d either save Ledas and Jia or die trying. No choice. He couldn’t bear to live without his mate.

After what seemed like ages, the ship came to a stop, presumably at a dock. The men chatted as they carried their captives off. Ledas has to be knocked out. He’d never let them take him. Making out what they were saying was impossible under the howling wind. Waiting several minutes after they left (every second torturous), he rolled out from under the tarp, peering around. It was nearly pitch black. Moonlight was his guide. A veil of clouds made it harder to navigate. Nearly full, but can’t break through.

Massaging his scabbing knees, he crept down the docks, following the path into a cave where rock gave way to metal. While lights lined the walls, none had been turned on. Creepy. I wonder where we are. Has to be a nearby island. That boat’s not built for the open ocean. We weren’t out there long. A mammoth steel door blocked the tunnel going forward. For a moment, he thought it was over. End of the road. The door was surely locked. No way to get in. To the left, a booth stood out like an eyesore. The lights were off, though the glow of a computer screen or television coaxed him like a moth to a bug light. He slunk over, crouching low, praying they wouldn’t spot him from behind the window.

With a sigh of relief, he found the door unlocked. Whether or not the room was occupied, he couldn’t wait. They could be hurting Ledas or worse. I can’t procrastinate. I have to. He took a deep breath, trying to slow his thumping heart. Like that’s going to happen. His fingers were trembling (not from the cold) when he pried open the door. He was met by a wall of video monitors showing feeds from around the island. A woman snored at the console, an open bottle of beer next to her keyboard. Whatever I do, I can’t wake her up.

He snuck in, scouring the monitors for signs of the men. Most of the feeds were outdoor security cameras. Not much going on there. The wind blew fiercely, trees flapping and flailing. Nobody was outside. There were several feeds angled at the dock. Had the woman been awake, he would’ve already been found out. That’s hella lucky. I can’t blow my chance. For the feeds inside the compound, derelict halls were the norm. Didn’t take more than a few seconds to pick out the cluster showing the men. They had brought Ledas and Jia, who were lying on the ground unconscious, into an observatory of some sort. The men were talking with another guy in a white lab coat.

Wait, I know this place. That telescope in the middle of the room—this is Asazari. The government compound. Why the hell did they bring them here? No point speculating. There was no telling what they were planning. Preparing to follow them through the door leading into the compound, he stopped and turned back, creeping up behind the dreaming guard. Looking her over, he found what he expected, what he knew every government employee on Asazari carried—a pistol holstered to her belt.

Taking a deep breath, he unhooked the strap, focusing to his limit not to make sudden movements, and gingerly slid the gun out. Panic thrummed in his ears. Nothing. Her breathing hadn’t changed. He stepped back on the balls of his feet, flicking the safety off and aiming at her. I have to, he knew. If she wakes up, she’ll see me. But…

It was hard. He clenched his jaw. Memories of General Silver flashed before him, his eyes bulging out in fear as Ryori had stood in the same pose, staring down the barrel. And when he’d pulled that trigger, his ears had rung, his hand had tingled, and the gushing blood had made him sick. They never get that right in the movies. He shuddered, feeling his arm lowering against his will.

I can’t. I can’t do it. I’m not like Ledas. I’m not a fighter. This isn’t as easy as it looks. Blinking and blinking and blinking (as if that helped), he slipped out the door. Gunshots are loud; they’ll blow my cover. Yeah, that’s why, he lied to himself, trying to bury his shame. Please don’t wake up.

He sprinted down the halls, no longer caring about making noise, his speed increasing with each step, hoping beyond hope he could reach Ledas and Jia before it was too late. When it comes to the kidnappers, I can’t lock up. I have to be brave.

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June 13, Age 776, 1:24 a.m.

Kedarake Observatory, Asazari

Crumpled on the floor, Ledas was frail and unassuming. In his duplicity, he hides his true nature, his most dangerous trait. Jia lay next to him. For her, he felt stinging rage. Her betrayal hadn’t caught him entirely off guard. Nonetheless, it was a hammerblow. The New Red Ribbon Army would be weaker after she was gone, and in its current state, that was unacceptable. She’d pay dearly for her treachery.

The smell of Zeshmedinokov’s coffee tickled his nostrils. Nhobusa despised it. Rambutala accompanied them, having helped bring the kid here. Besides Vestiga, they were the only operatives awake, the only ones who knew what was about to happen, the lucky few he trusted. He cracked his knuckles, steeling himself. While he didn’t look forward to what he would have to do, there was no use prolonging things. Better to get it over with and move on to more pressing matters. There was a world out there he needed to take over. These two were a speed bump on his quest to domination of mankind. Time for them to be forgotten, to be relegated to memories.

“Wake them.”

“This soon?” Zesh asked.

Nhobusa pressed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. “End it. I’ve grown sick of looking at them.”

Zesh did as he was told. He appreciated that. Never a voice of dissent. Good man. A syringe in hand, he did the deed, spearing needles in their necks, injecting a serum that would wake them from their slumber. Nhobusa stood over them, looking down, a most agreeable position. The index finger of his right hand twitched.

The pair stirred, Jia first, then Ledas. He savored their helplessness. This was the culmination of years of planning. Victory was at hand. They took their time getting their bearings straight. His impatience melted away. Their helplessness soothed his anxiety. If everything goes according to plan, neither will survive the hour.

“What the? Where am I?” Ledas asked, looking around, his head bobbing.

“That does not matter,” Nhobusa said. “Your end is nigh. And there’s nothing you can do about it. We’ve waited a long time for this. The New Red Ribbon Army does not forgive and does not forget. You will pay for those you’ve murdered. You’re finished.”

Massaging his jaw, the Saiyan stared him down, getting to his feet. The air trembled, as if abuzz with energy. Nhobusa looked to Zesh, and without fail, he came through. The remote in his hand dictated Ledas’ power. It didn’t take long for him to fall to his knees, crying out.

“You monster. How could you?” Jia snarled, sitting up.

“Welcome back to the world of the living. I’d almost thought we’d lost you. Oh, how I would have wept.”

“I told you to stand down. King Furry ordered you not to pursue him. You’re completely out of line.”

“Interesting. I thought we had come to a different consensus. Talk is cheap, isn’t it? Furry doesn’t know shit, and quite frankly, I don’t care what he thinks. He’ll be gone soon enough. But go on, melt down. I’m here for it. Rambu, record her hysterics. We’ll rewatch this with cigars and champagne.”

He snickered and did as he was told. Jia went pale, looking from him to Nhobusa, unable to comprehend their flippant responses. She has only herself to blame.

“You’ll say anything, won’t you?”

“Don’t play stupid. You know why you’re here. I can’t say your betrayal didn’t hurt, although we prepared for it. That’s why I sent Rambu in first. He gauged your reaction and confirmed our suspicions. I specifically told you he was coming alone so you’d drop your guard. Falling for that was naive. You’ve been in this business too long to get done in like that. Your carelessness will be your undoing. I’m here for it. Karma’s a hell of a thing.”

“Wait a minute, you know these guys?” Ledas asked.

She made a sour face, like a toddler trying to fit a triangular toy in a square hole, struggling to form the words. The pain must be intolerable. What a pity. “We’re colleagues.”

“More than that. Much more. We work together in the New Red Ribbon Army. Were you aware? What a surprise. Never came up, did it? That has to hurt. Your precious Jia serves the organization hellbent on killing you. How could you ever trust her again? She’s a rat through and through.”

“I know Cardinal hired her. Doesn’t matter. She hasn’t done anything to hurt me. She wouldn’t. I’m not falling for it. Doesn’t make her a bad person. I trust her completely, and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind. She’s an amazing person. I bet nobody’s ever said that about you.”

“You don’t know the half of it, you pathetic wretch. After Cardinal died, I assumed control of the NRRA. She’s been reporting to me ever since. She’s been in on it the whole time.”

“What? He’s dead? When did that happen?”

Rambutala smirked. “Didn’t tell him? Honesty’s not your strong suit, eh? Heh, that’s women for ya.”

“If she were on your side, why didn’t she tell you about our plan to take you tonight? She knew. She was in on it. Tried to stop us. Didn’t tell you. Why not? Doesn’t she trust you? Trust is a two-way street.”

The alien looked at her, furrowing his brow, his tail wriggling against the floor. He had him. That’s right. Get mad. Turn it back on her. It was fitting the lights from Zesh’s computers on the far wall alone lit the room. The gloom enhanced their oh-so-tragic conclusion. This was the end of all things in more ways than one.

“Once you’re dead, I’ll talk to her. I don’t care what you have to say. Shut it. You won’t manipulate me. I’m not a child. Nothing you say matters. You’ll be dead soon.”

“A child would think he has a chance to survive in your position. Seems appropriate. Zesh’s energy-restraining device prevents you from using your ‘ki’, or whatever you call it. Furthermore, he can turn your energy against you, preventing you from powering up. Go ahead, try. Your screams are music to my ears. Zesh, demonstrate for him the power of the New Red Ribbon Army.”

The good doctor increased the resistance, a visible electrical field forming around the boy, frying him. Smoke rose from his body. The air crackled, sparked, and popped. He fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, convulsing, screaming, his voice breaking. Though he tried to fight against it, there was nothing he could do. Torment bound him. Good. He’s losing faith. More. Let the pain course through you.

“Stop it, you monsters. You can’t do this. Stop it, please, he’s in agony.”

“That’s the idea, Jia,” Rambu said, proud of his juvenile rhyme.

“We’re in the endgame. We’ve waited patiently for years before showing our hand. This is for Cardinal, for Silver, for Kindler and Dewberry, for Morucan and Tresparson, for Oscalpano. This is what you get when you mess with us, alien scum. Get off our planet.”

“Why not throw him in the ocean, or shoot him?” Jia asked, her voice rising almost into hysterics. “Why torture him? You’re beyond cruel.”

“Not how I operate. We have to know for certain. Even with the energy-restraining device, guns can’t hurt him. He has too much latent power. His skin and muscles are resistant to anything we could physically inflict. Release him in the ocean and we’ll never be sure. I do know one way we can be.”

He whistled, the sound echoing through the dim-lit observatory. From the shadows, the demons rose, their red eyes visible before the disturbance of wind whirled through. Chervil landed with his retinue, nearly two dozen strong, cloaked and surly. They’ve been itching for a fight. I made them wait longer than they’d preferred. Unfortunate. I’m so, so sorry. He regrouped with Chervil, shaking his hand in front of Jia and the electrocuting alien.

“Good to see you. It’s time. Bring honor to your people. Avenge those you’ve lost. Kill the boy.”

“Aye, it’s long past time. I extend my gratitude to you for bringing him. He’ll pay for the blood he’s spilled.”

“Agreed. There’s no better time or place to showcase your superiority. His restraints have been locked in place. No breaking those at his current power. He cannot use energy without critically wounding himself. Do with him what you will.” He faced the traitor, smiling. “Watch along, Jia. I wouldn’t want you to miss anything. This is, after all, what we’ve been working toward for the last two years. Behold the fruits of your labor.”

“Fuck you.”

Rambutala took her by the hair, tossing her into a corner. “You wish.”

The alien cried out, struggling against his restraints, failing to overcome them. We have this. He’s weak, ripe for the taking.

Chervil’s minions formed a circle around him and Ledas. He quieted, sitting up, electricity dancing up and down his body. The smell of burning hair hung horridly in the air. Zesh’s device hadn’t let up. The alien pretended not to notice, for to do so would be to concede an element of honor nobody dared bring awareness to. He’s fighting a disoriented, hurt kid. His arm is broken, true, but it’s not an equal fight. It cannot be. As much as Zesh could limit the Saiyan’s abilities, he couldn’t wholly eliminate them. He couldn’t get rid of his muscles, toughened flesh, heightened reaction times, battle experience. Inflicting pain was a countermeasure, not a determining factor. Chervil needed to prove his worth. He won’t. Either way was fine. If the Saiyan died, that made their plans going forward simpler to manage. If he beat the Makyan, Phase II would begin. Either way, he’d win. There was a level of arrogance to this mode of thinking, admittedly. The best-case scenario remained an option. Either lesser victory would be favorable. Whatever happened, he’d win. There wasn’t a better feeling in the world. Anticipation gave him a pleasurable head rush.

“To your feet, boy,” the Makyan said, standing before the Saiyan, his shadow casting long. “Face me.”

It took a while, but he, to his credit, did. Not intimidated. Impressive resolve. Maybe it was more accurate to say he was swayed by bravado and sought to stand against it in defiance. That’s all he has. In that sense, Nhobusa found common ground with Ledas, though he’d never respect him. He was responsible for Cardinal’s death, despite leaving me to pull the plug. He will be avenged tonight, no matter what. Ledas rose, the electricity choking him, and while he grit his teeth, he no longer screamed. His unwavering resolve was upon Chervil.

“I remember you. You’re making a terrible mistake.”

“Your hubris extends longer than your tail. I’ll relish seeing your life’s blood bubble before me.”

“The sad part is, no matter how hard you try, you can’t do that. Just can’t make it happen. I’m on a different level. Try anything. I’m ready.”

“You look it.”

Chervil elbowed Ledas, hitting him to the ground. He was slow to react. Interesting. Maybe he’s succumbed to pretension. Chervil crunched him down, splitting tiles, stomping him into a dust cloud. He punched down down down, destroying the area (the observatory would have to be put under construction for months, alas for the tourists). He offered no resistance. Nhobusa was surprised. Consulting with Zesh confirmed the device was working as intended.

Like a bullet, Ledas shot from the rubble, uppercutting Chervil. The Makyan fell, leaving a splatter of blood in his wake. He leg-sweeped him, elbowing him aside. He flipped over, recovering before shooting forward with a right roundhouse. They clashed, the air pulsing, their blows flashing in and out of reality so it seemed. His eyes couldn’t keep up.

“Confirm again, you’ve set the resistance to maximum?”

“Yes sir. This is as good as it’s going to get without risking overheating.”

“And even so.”

He punched Ledas in the chest. The kid responded with a palm strike to the chin, another leg sweep, and an uppercut. Chervil weathered the storm, as far as he could tell, breaking through the torrential attack with a mirrored palm strike. Ledas caught it, twisted his wrist, spun over him, and double-kicked him in the back. He seemed playful and loose, despite Zesh’s tech. The pain hadn’t mattered. Nhobusa gave him a look; Zesh shrugged. What the fuck? How is he so powerful? Doubt lingered in his mind. He wasn’t sure about his plan panning out anymore. To say they were in control would be wrong.

Chervil spin-kicked Ledas. He flew into the telescope, demolishing it into untold fragments. Hundreds of millions of zeni down the tubes. Damn shame. He followed him, cackling, when the boy leapt from the wreckage with a flying kick, taking Chervil in his broken arm. Roaring, the demon fell, cradling his limp wrist. Looks like he snapped a couple more bones. When he came down on him again, he grasped his ankle and slammed him into the ground. Ledas rolled away, dodging open-palm strikes. Finding his feet, wiping sweat from his eyes, his body quivering under the constant weight of electrical surges, he tried to catch his breath. Chervil didn’t let him, leading with a spinning kick before unleashing a flurry of punches.

Even Nhobusa could tell the boy was well and truly on the defensive. He caught and parried the majority of hits. Nevertheless, several broke through, and it wasn’t long before his lip was bleeding. Yelling, he gained space between them with a spinning heel kick before rushing at Chervil with a flurry of blows, incorporating front kicks. The demon blocked, leveling punches in response. His broken hand forced him to move faster, giving him less room for error. Wasn’t long before sweat ran down his face.

Catching a fist, Chervil spun him around in midair, elbowing him to the ground. As he fell, Ledas kicked him across the face, landing on his hands and knees, springing up to headbutt him underneath the chin. Groaning, Chervil stumbled back, his arms swinging to maintain balance, blood leaking down the corner of his mouth. He tried a roundhouse punch Ledas dove under, seizing the demon around the midsection and taking him to the floor. He pummeled him with hammerfists and elbows. Chervil released an explosive wave, flinging him into the air. Flying after him, he caught him by the hair, squeezing his skull, making him howl, then threw him down.

Ledas was on his feet with unexpected tenacity. Already Chervil was coming down on him. He jumped to the side, punching at the man, who twisted out of the way and snapped a side kick across his chest like a whip. He blocked, slinging a deep gut punch with his left fist. Chervil kneed him hard in the collarbone. They traded blow after blow, neither with the stamina to parry. With each sickening hit came a grunt of pain and more often than not a spurt of blood.

After more than a dozen back-and-forth hits, Ledas vaulted into the air, howling as he came down upon Chervil with both feet. The Makyan blocked, catching an ankle in each hand. His tail sprung around his belly, slapping him across the cheek. Creative, I’ll give him that. Chervil’s block broke. He took a step back. Before he could raise it again, the Saiyan kicked him across the face, sending him sliding across the tiles.

Growling and panting, Chervil wiped the blood from his forehead, struggling to rise to his feet. His shoulders shook, his chest heaved. His bad hand throbbed in agonizing pain. Nevertheless, he chuckled, walking back to his opponent, his arms outstretched (that must’ve hurt), saying, “Not bad. You’re one hell of a fighter. Stronger than any human I’ve faced by orders of magnitude. Take pride in that. But you aren’t on my level. I’m the strongest warrior alive. Think I’m bluffing? I’ll have your heart. I’ll rip it from your chest. Come at me.”

Ledas, for his worth, didn’t deign to answer. They rose to the air, flinging their bodies at one another, fists against open palms, knees against knees, the air popping from the force. A windstorm enveloped the room. Unbelievable power. I would’ve never thought this possible had I not witnessed it firsthand. This is far beyond what anyone should be capable of. They matched each other blow for blow. All the same, Ledas possessed two working hands. He wore Chervil down, pushed him back, landed more critical hits, and his stamina was superior, despite his energy working against him, despite the device sucking power out of him. He wasn’t able to power up enough to break it and yet he was beating up the king of the demons. Nhobusa couldn’t help but feel impressed. At full power, he would far outclass Chervil. Wouldn’t be close. We’ve underestimated his power again.

“Enough. I’ll freeze that smirk on your face.”

Chervil dove away, inhaling a deep breath, his body radiating light blue. Ledas was undeterred, taking a theatrical martial arts stance and charging him down. He exhaled, releasing a torrential icy blast through the room, the main pillar hitting Ledas head-on. He raised his hands as if to block, and the attack, if it could be called that, rolled over him, blanketing him in a white cloud before dissipating. When the energy cleared, Ledas stood frozen in place, surprise wrought on his face, his arms crossed before his body. Whatever he had tried had failed. He hadn’t blocked shit. He was frozen.

“Haha, take it, bitch,” Chervil roared to the thunderous applause of his crew.

“You monster, how could you?” Jia shouted. Her exasperation embarrassed Nhobsua. If you think that’s as bad as this is going to get, you don’t know the half of it. Wait for your turn, turncoat.

“Ah, you got him, boss. Well done.”

Another demon said, “He never saw it coming. Stupid bastard.”

“You got him now, sir.”

Chervil’s smile was diffident. “He was overmatched. Just a matter of time. I told you he didn’t know who he was dealing with. And now—”

The floor rumbled, and the motion grew more vehement by the second. Before anyone could react, Ledas shattered through his icy cloak, scowling. “Man, that was cold as hell. Cheap shot artist. Don’t do that again. Fight me for real, coward.”

“It’s cowardice to use my powers against you? Well, as you command, your grace,” Chervil said, mock bowing much to the derisive laughter of his squad. “Let’s finish this.”

Once more, his body lit up with bluish energy, his aura shaking the room, causing rubble and broken tiles to hover in the air around them. Ledas didn’t change his strategy, running at him head-on, shouting passionately, pulling his fist back. It was no surprise when Chervil released his signature move in the same manner. This time, Ledas back-flipped, rising to the air, screaming his lungs dry as he threw his arms forward. A weak pearlescent arc of energy formed before him, shaped like a bowl or half a bubble. As Chervil’s icy breath blasted like an avalanche against it, he moved back, clapping his hands and grunting, producing a shot of air directly into its path. Tearing through the bubble, if it could be called that, the spear of air twisted the demon’s blast through the curve of it, redirecting it upon him.

Before he could dodge, before he could realize where he’d gone wrong, the icy energy bathed him in the bitter truth. Chervil was stuck in place, a look of horror plastered on his frozen face.

Ledas hovered over the demons, his shoulders slumped forward. He looked exhausted and half-beaten to hell. He wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. Shit. His body sizzled with electricity. Where does he find the stamina? Why hasn’t he faltered? “My bad. Lemme thaw you out, dude.”

Without waiting for a reply, Ledas smashed Chervil across the face with a spinning back heel, shattering his head. Like a cracked ice sculpture, the headless demon's body fell with a thud.

How his fiends snarled, how they gnashed their teeth and prepared to make the Saiyan bleed. He spared them little thought, moving like an ice skater through their pack, using an elbow or a punch to dispatch them. Several exploded in meaty piles, others he rocketed to the walls (again, this would take weeks to repair and clean; the room would have to be shut down for weeks if not months), while the unlucky survivors lay gasping on the ground bleeding out, their chests spasming, blood pouring out.

He landed before Nhobusa, looking more pissed off than the thousand-pound sisters sending back their eighth course at a shitty family-owned restaurant. “You’re next.”

“Afraid not,” Zesh said, kicking the ki-restraining device into overload, unleashing a hellstorm of electricity across his body.

One last try? That’ll fry the circuits. He fell to his hands and knees, crying softly, his power working against him, burning, consuming. Fatigue added to his plight, and oh what a pity that was. Take it, asshole.

“You played it perfectly,” Nhobusa said. “Think I wanted those debased creatures around any longer? Our alliance existed solely through convenience. Using you to rid the world of their ilk was one of my better plans. I knew this would go down exactly how it did. You performed admirably. Bravo.”

Aghast, he momentarily forgot his pain. Stupid kid. “You wanted me to kill them? Are you insane?”

“Surprised? Why would I play patsy to demonic monsters that demand monthly blood sacrifices? You mistake me for a fool.”

“If that’s what you wished, you should’ve hired me as a bounty hunter. Shouldn’t have come for me and Jia. I wasn’t going to do anything to you before, but now–now you’ve stepped into a world of hurt you aren’t prepared to deal with. It’s over.”

“You don’t quite know who you’re up against,” Nhobusa said, feeling the blood rushing to his head. His chest tingled with lightness, with a sensation he couldn’t describe. The reek of burning corpses was in the air. He was feeling it. Got you. “While I needed you to kill the Makyans, that doesn’t mean you have any further use. In fact, it’s time you died. Zesh, do the honors.”

Ledas whirled on his feet. Zesh raised the tranquilizer. He melted it with a finger beam, spitting profanities as the blast left his fingertips. Nhobusa fired his tranquilizer, which he had unholstered from behind his back under his shirt, hitting the kid square in the back. He turned, realizing their deceit too late, their simple trick, raising his finger against him, trying to conjure ki and failing. Oh no. That sucks. Wobbling, he muttered under his breath, then threw himself at Nhobusa. He was blacking out as he flew. Didn’t take much for him to step aside. How far he’s fallen that I can dodge him.

Ledas bounced across the floor, landing on his stomach, and did not get up.

“That’s it. He’s done. The tranq knocked him out before. Same thing. We worked for years on the balance of sedatives that would work on his alien DNA. Appears we found the perfect concoction. Wouldn’t have woken up without Zesh applying the counteracting agent. Not going to happen again. He’s done all he can. Sleep now forever. Rambu, please,” he said, gesturing to Jia.

“Stop it, stop it now! You can’t do this. Please, he’s an innocent boy. Don’t do this, I’m begging you,” she pleaded.

Rambutala dragged her to the other side of the room. Zesh and Nhobusa joined him after the good doctor handed him the remote.

“You see,” Nhobusa continued, ignoring Jia, “we have to be positive. Can’t throw him overboard, can’t shoot him. Those aren’t foolproof plans. Do you know what is? The sun. No one can survive its heat. Doesn’t matter how strong he is. He’ll disintegrate like anyone else. Has to. He’s done. Game over.”

He pressed the button he had waited for ages to press. Finally. It’s over. Clearing his throat, his breathing quickened. Emotions were coming at him hard. Remain professional. This is actually happening. The metal creaked under the strain of the damage Ledas and Chervil had wrought. For a second, he thought it wouldn’t work, and everything had gone to shit, and then the floor lethargically pulled away, and the ruins of the telescope gave way. In its place, rising steadfast, came a fat missile, pointing upwards, aligned by Zesh’s calculations, attuned precisely. The ceiling pulled back, revealing the starscape. The night was windy. Clouds moved by at a brisk pace, obscuring the sky here and there. Patches shone through, offering hope. Then came the cold. Wasn’t unexpected, just put them on a timer.

“Zesh, do the honors.”

He yanked Ledas by the tail, unscrewing the rocket’s tip and stuffing him in.

“What are you doing? What’s happening??” Jia cried out.

“We’re shooting him into the sun. May come as a surprise, but we’re trying to preserve our lives, bitch.”

“Stop this madness. Please, I beg you. You can’t. He’s not a bad person. He isn’t trying to take over the world. He’s a good boy.”

“Compelling argument.” Zesh slammed the door shut. It’s finished at last. “Alright, Jia, enough. Say goodbye. Let’s get out of here.”

They dragged her to the tourist trail outside of the observatory, watching from the window. There, he pressed the other button, the more savory of the two. How sweet it felt. The observatory lit up, dancing flames obscuring their view. He swore he could feel the heat. Seconds later, the fire dissipated and the rocket was gone. That’s it. We’re clear. It’s over. A weight lifted off his shoulders. He could breathe again. The aliens had been dealt with. Earth was free. He tossed the remote back to Zesh, washing his hands of it.

“C’mon, I was promised,” Rambu said.

“Go on then, do what you like. Make sure she ends up in the ocean. No funny business.”

He studied her face. As she realized what Rambutala was about to do to her, Jia’s cheeks flushed. Her eyes were wet. She kicked and screamed. He had her by the hair. One final dishonor. No less than she deserves.

“Stop it. Please, Nhobusa, you can’t. You can’t do this.No. Isn’t there a shred of good in you? Please don’t.”

“Betray the New Red Ribbon Army and hellfire will rain down upon you. Live with your choices.”

Her sobbing echoed down the hallways. Rambu whistled as he tugged her along.

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June 13, Age 776, 1:39 a.m.

In the hallway outside the Kedarake Observatory, Asazari

The gun was heavy in his hand. His wrist ached. Hadn’t been difficult to find them. The island had shaken when Ledas had fought the demon. Like an earthquake. He had watched (most of) the battle from the window outside the room. Nobody had noticed (as far as he could tell). Ledas’ power gave him chills. Made the outcome heartbreaking. It wasn’t fair. He won. Ryori would get them for what they had done. After they had raced out of the room with Jia in tow, the rocket had shot into the sky, disappearing in a cloak of fire. His fingertips and lips had gone numb. Where the hell did they send him? Didn’t matter—he had to fix it. He had to.

They had come to a halt about ten meters away, engaged in animated conversation with Jia, who was handcuffed and screaming. He couldn’t make out what they were saying. Every fifth or so word was audible. Alas, that wasn’t coherent enough to parse together. The tall man with medium-length black hair (whom Ryori had met in the hot springs days ago) grasped Jia by the scalp, dragging her down the hallway toward him. He crouched behind a stack of boxes. His grip on the pistol tightened. Guns are heavier than they appear. Be careful. Don’t drop it. Have to aim properly or it’s over. I have one shot. His heart was beating wildly. He knew what he had to do, terrified as he was. There was no other choice. They shot him off in a rocket. Who knows where it’s headed? Can’t be anywhere good. They won’t get away with it. He had to stop them. The pain of knowing spurred him onward. He had to get them. There was no time. There was no one else. It was up to him and him alone. Were there a chance, he would need to find it. Fear clawed at his throat. His breathing came quick and ragged. He flexed his fingers, trying to dull the numbness. This was it.

The officer passed by with Jia. Ryori held his position, trying and failing to stop trembling. Sliding by, she spotted him. Their eyes met. Putting a finger over his lips, he silently implored her not to give him away. Her eyes widened though she held her tongue. I need her courage. I need to be strong. She had to notice the gun. He’d save her or die trying. This wouldn’t be her end, even if that would have to be a later thing. He couldn’t face enemies on both sides. The others were the pressing danger.

He waited until they disappeared around the corner, counting, taking a deep breath. As soon as they’re far enough away, I’ll go. I can’t let him hear. He had fired a gun once before, which had been a traumatic experience. This won’t be like with Silver. There’s nobody besides me. I have to. I’m not a coward. I can do this. I will. I’m not weak. Every fiber of his being begged him not to. His body locked up, imploring him to stay put. He couldn’t. Ledas was hurtling through space toward an unknown destination. If he didn’t act, he’d never see him again. Won’t happen. Time was of the essence. The two remaining men were conversing when he peeled out, leaving his anxiety behind. It’d come back for him, like a bucket of ice water. He would worry about that later.

Holding his breath, he pulled the trigger. The nearest guy with grey hair and a white lab coat exhaled a cry, falling to his back and dropping the remote. Ryori fired at the other man, but he ducked behind a stack of boxes before returning fire. Running at them was the most courageous thing he had ever done. If he had been hit, it would’ve been over. Everything went by in a blur. He couldn’t dwell on anxious thoughts. He had to get that remote. He didn’t know who he was anymore, what was causing him to act this way. Just knew he had to do it.

There was no other way. Ryori sprinted down the hall, shooting blindly, the gun weighing him down. Dropping to his knees (ripping them bloody again), he reached the writhing, wriggling man. He snatched the remote, throwing himself aside, bullets pinging off the floor, fragments of tiles flying this way and that, before crawling to the nearest crate to catch his breath. It was a simple device with a big red button and two smaller black ones underneath it. He didn’t know what to do, so he pressed the red button, holding his thumb on it for several seconds, hoping that would do something, anything. Maybe it’ll bring the rocket back, he thought. Maybe that’s dumb hope.

The dark-skinned man peeked out from around the corner, shooting before ducking into the shadows. Ryori found himself in a gunfight. This was insane. What was he doing? He was a teenager, untrained and unable to pretend he had a soldier’s resolve. Poking his head out, he didn’t have a clear shot. He had a single magazine to work with. Ammo was running low. Cursing under his breath, he tried to recall how many bullets he’d fired. It was no use. The chaos had turned his mind into a wind tunnel. He couldn’t concentrate. The pulse of his heartbeat in his ears thrummed with warmth. The end drew near. Go out fighting. Like him.

Everything went by faster than he could take in. It was impossible to remain fully aware of his surroundings. I can’t believe it. How the hell did it come to this? I have one try. Ryori rushed out from behind the boxes, his pistol raised, when someone took him from behind, slamming a salty, sweaty hand over his face and tackling him to the floor.

“Hasn’t your mother told you never to steal? It’s bad manners. You could get in trouble. Take my gun and think I wouldn’t notice? No chance. You’re fucked.”

She fell upon him, covering his mouth with one hand and disarming him with the other. “Get offa me!”

“Cool it. You aren’t going anywhere.”

She struck his wrist, holding it in place. Her perfume burned his nose. She’s a skunk, eugh. He struggled, tried his best, his muscles burning, maxing out, before shaking into submission. She lowered her weight onto him, preventing him from moving. She was too big, too strong. There was no recourse. The other soldier walked over. With a thud, the gun fell from his hand, and with it went his resolve. I tried, he thought. Did my best. Wasn’t enough.

He blinked away tears as she hoisted him to his feet.

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June 13, Age 776, 1:56 a.m.

In space beyond Earth’s orbit

He was slipping in and out of consciousness. The burning torment of the device strapped to his head kept him awake. His body was on fire. He tugged on the metal, unable to make it budge. It’s sucking away my energy. I can’t raise my power level to even one percent of my maximum. I can’t go Super Saiyan. No chance to rip it off. It was glued to his skull. What else could he do? He had to try.

Without warning, the buzzing crown quietly sputtered and lost power. His chest felt light. He could see clearly. The strain was over, the flood of relief hitting him like an energy blast of dopamine. A renewed surge of power coursed through his veins. His ki returned with fiery determination. Did Jia save me? What’s going on? There was no time to ask questions. He had to get out of there, and fast. Thrusting his hands out, Ledas created an energy barrier around the rocket before pulsing an explosive wave that destroyed the ship while preserving the remaining air. He found himself in space. That wasn’t surprising. He had felt their energy signatures growing distant. The desolation of the deep made him shiver. He was utterly alone. Once the air ran out, he’d be a goner. Blinking rapidly to remain conscious, he focused, orienting himself back to Earth, flying at great speed, raising his power level to his limits.

The stars streaked in his periphery, imprinting on his retinas. Before long, that little drop of blue bloomed into the planet he now called home. Everyone in the universe I love is down there. I won’t let those bastards kill Jia. This ends right now.

He crashed through the ceiling of the outpost, bringing with him a tempest wind, landing in the hallway outside of the observatory. He felt the power signatures of the New Red Ribbon officers and in so doing, realized he could sense Ryori. His cheeks flushed. No. What’s he doing here? The dark-skinned man knelt next to the older man, who lay on his back, clutching his side, his coat soaked with blood. A woman was with them, holding Ryori, who kicked and struggled against her. Get off of him. He vaguely remembered meeting her during their trip to Asazari with Ryori’s grandparents. She’s in on it too. That means everyone on this outpost is a New Red Ribbon operative. Rotten to the core.

Their leader had been pointing a pistol at Ryori when Ledas tore through the ceiling. A shot reverberated through the hall. Ryori cried out. You’re too slow. The bullet bounced off his body, falling uselessly to the ground. He’d covered Ryori in a skin-tight pink energy barrier. In vain, he fired several more shots, his focus settling on Ledas, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. Every last one bounced away. Never had a chance. That didn’t stop Ryori from shrieking in terror. He didn’t know what the hell was going on, poor guy. Though he was, to put it lightly, seconds from passing out, his resolve hardened; he was more awake than before. You’re not taking him from me. No more messing around. I’m not done yet.

“How did you get back? What’s going on? No, I’ll not have this. This is bullshit,” the man shouted, his voice breaking. He emptied his magazine on him.

No need to dodge. The puny metal shards vaporized against his aura. He was powered up; he was pissed. This wasn’t going to end well for them. Wouldn’t take long, either. He ripped the device off his head, tossing it to their feet. A present for their effort. “Too bad your plan didn’t work. You were this close to succeeding. What a shame.”

The man on the floor coughed, saying, “Sir, get your ass out of here. It’s gone tits up. We can’t stop him. Save yourself. Live another day.”

“I’ll cover you,” the woman said, casting Ryori aside, raising her pistol and firing at Ledas. You’ll pay for that. Gritting his teeth, his focus on his mate, he turned his loathing into energy, sustaining him for a couple more seconds. She squeezed out two bullets before running out of ammo. How unlucky.

“You can flee if you like,” Ledas said. “Stay and fight or go out like cowards. Your choice. I don’t care. I’m not gonna remember what happened to you in five years. You mean nothing to me.”

The boss stuttered and paused, appearing unnerved, before hightailing it out of there. The woman chose the more courageous and equally stupid option of charging him down, yelling as if that would distract him. He unleashed a homing finger beam through her chest, snaking it down the hallway to spear through the wounded guy’s head (an excellent hit from that angle, in his humble estimation), and then onward to their retreating leader. In an instant, it was over, his attack tearing a hole through the far wall and exploding beyond, doing untold damage to a room he couldn’t see and therefore gave no shits about. Their bodies hit the floor nearly in unison.

Without wasting a moment, he incinerated them with targeted mini Lightning Strikes, running over to Ryori. He was sitting up, looking around in confusion. Wiping his eyes, Ryori tried to hide his tears. His hands were shaking. He was pale as death. “I can’t believe you’re back. You got them. That was horrifying. So close. I thought I was a goner.”

“Not as long as I’m around,” Ledas said, helping him to his feet. He felt woozy. His vision was going in and out of focus no matter how hard he tried to blink away the fogginess. The sedatives were creeping up on him. His window was closing, and with that realization, the anxious feeling it produced urged him to stay awake. “Besides, you saved me. Somehow you turned that device off. Made all the difference. But I don’t get it. How did you get here? Did they kidnap you too?”

“Nah, no way. I was in the bathroom when they took you. Jia tried to stop them. Couldn’t. They overpowered her. I followed them onto their boat, hiding under a tarp. I snuck in and shot that old guy. He had a remote I stole and pressed the big red button. Honestly, wasn’t sure what it was going to do, if anything. I had to try. I was in a bad spot.”

He blinked like forty times in a row and not solely to stay awake. “You’re amazing. Unbelievable, really. You risked your life for me. I can’t tell you how much that means. You’re the best, dude.”

Wiping his eyes, he said, “I wasn’t gonna let them kill you. I’d die before letting that happen. You mean everything to me. I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Same, bro.”

They embraced, Ledas savoring Ryori’s warmth before breaking off, asking, “Hey, where’s Jia? Wasn’t she with them?”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. There was another guy. He dragged her away. Dunno where. He’s got her, Leeds.”

“Stay here. I’ll find her.”

Closing his eyes, he sensed for Jia’s unique ki signature. It was close by. Good. There’s a chance. Indeed, there was another familiar signal with her. I gotta move fast. He rose into the air, shooting off like an arrow in the dark. Without a care in the cosmos, he ripped through walls and rooms, making a beeline to her location, leaving untold damage behind. He didn’t stop until he tore into her room like a tornado.

The man with the long hair had her handcuffed to the bed, a shot glass and bottle in his hands. Fancy. Chuckling, watching her attempt to break free, he said, “Keep at it. Feistiness gets me going.”

His entrance knocked him over. The bottle shattered, spilling precious alcohol. Huge loss. That bottle didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll weep for her. The man rolled over, swearing, raising his pistol. Folding his arms, Ledas walked to him, his tail poking around his side, shooting a purple energy beam through his forehead before he knew what hit him.

“Oh my. Ledas, you’re back. I can’t believe it. I thought I was done for. What the hell happened?”

“We have Ryori to thank for that,” he said, vaporizing her restraints with the flick of his wrist. “Sorry that took forever. I was delayed.”

She hugged him tight. This was the first time they’d embraced, and while he liked Jia, it was a bit much. He didn’t feel comfortable touching people in general, even her, though the circumstances were enough to force him to submit without protest. I don’t hate it. “Thank you. Oh, thank you. You’re incredible. Did you deal with the others?”

“Yeah, I got ‘em. However, I’m sensing additional ki signatures. Are they New Red Ribbon goons?”

She nodded. “Every one of them.”

“Gimme a sec. I’ll be right back.”

He made a mess of things, destroying walls and rooms and beds in furious impatience. There was no time. Reality was slipping away. Didn’t matter how hard he tried to center himself. He wouldn’t be able to stay awake much longer. The New Red Ribbon Army had decided to come for him again. Biggest mistake of their lives. He wasn’t going to let them get away with it. Ruthlessly, Ledas tracked down every energy reading and destroyed them. Most had been sleeping. Not a bad way to go.

Returning to Jia two minutes (or thereabouts, who’s counting?) later, he flew her back to Ryori. They returned to the docks, Ledas curling his tail around Ryori’s waist to maintain balance. He was too tired to care. She already knows. Doesn’t matter. She’s cool like that. His exhaustion made him bolder. Ryori was in high enough spirits to go with the flow, which he appreciated.

“Thanks for not blowing my cover,” Ryo said.

“I can’t believe you followed us. That was reckless, stupid, and could’ve gotten you killed. But, if you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here. To say I’m grateful isn’t the half of it. You showed tremendous courage.”

“I saw how you stood up to them back at my grandparents’ house. You’re a good person, Jia. But I have to ask, did you know they were coming for Ledas tonight? They knew you. They said you’re part of their organization.”

“I won’t deny I was hired by Cardinal. They thought I was with them. They were wrong. I’ve loved the years we’ve spent together. I love you boys. They plotted to kill him for some time. I didn’t know when or where it would take place. I wasn’t sure they were going ahead with it after they contacted you at the onsen. They left me out of their plan.”

“He looked familiar,” Ledas said. “They had me to do their dirty work. In the end, they really underestimated my power. Oh well, sucks for them.”

“Dude, that was sick how you took out the demons. I’ll never forget. You were a beast.”

“Ah, you saw?”

He looked cute when he grinned like that. “Yeah, I was watching from the hallway. You turned his attack against him. That was crazy. You split him apart like an ice statue in an earthquake. Shame we couldn’t get it on camera. Ippi would’ve had a field day.”

“Really, it was nothing. He was…he was…” Ledas felt the weight of the sedative hit him like a classic Vegeta gut punch. In an avalanche, his lucidity came tumbling down. He stumbled and fell.

Ryori caught him, and though he tried to speak, he couldn’t open his eyes. It was time for sleep. The weight of living crushed him, pushing down (unbearably) on his shoulders. He trusted them to get him home. His mind whirled and spun. His thoughts returned to Ryori saving him in his hour of need, the way he’d risked everything without knowing how it’d turn out. I’ll never forget. He’s the best. I’ll give him a sweet reward when we get home.

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June 13, Age 776, 9:48 a.m.

Garlic Castle, Red Sea

Fog enveloped the ruins, a tepid breeze rustling the tree. His breath frosted before him. The clouds hung low. In the deafening silence, each step was like a crashing wave. Eyeing the fruit, he wondered how rude it’d be to take one or three for the road. Screw it, he thought, jumping and snatching a handful. On cue, the Dragons of the Dawn appeared through the misty veil on the other side of the courtyard. He took a bite, approaching them. Ah, that’s the good stuff. Their eyes glowed golden, tracking him. Why they wore hoods, he didn’t deign to ask. Maybe they were self-conscious about their hair.

“It’s over. I eliminated Chervil and his gang. Dunno if he left any of his crew behind. I took out those he showed up with. Can you deal with the rest, or do you need my assistance?”

“We sensed your battle,” their leader said. “You have our deepest thanks. We’re indebted to you. The world is now a safer place. Someday, we will repay your efforts. I swear on our lives. Should they act out again, we will handle our people. And should another rise as powerful as Chervil, we will contact you.”

“Cool, cool, sounds good. The price will be a basket of these apple-like thingies. Man, they’re tasty. Makes me feel tingly and goofy. They’re great.”

The Dragon returned to his group. Not one for small talk. Gotta love it. “Until we meet again, Ledas. Thank you for everything. Safe travels.”

They fell to their knees. A significant gesture. Would’ve brought a tear to his eye had he been moved. He almost asked them why they were so serious and awkward. Instead, he kicked off into the sky, breaking through the clouds, using his ki sense to find Hosomaki. He honed in on Ryori’s energy signature instantly, feeling comfort in its familiarity, despite its faint signal. He didn’t ever wish to come back here, except whenever he craved their fruit. The tree’s plenty big enough to spare a few every now and then. I bet most of it rots anyway.

He arrived at Ohano’s Pub a minute later witnessing a slew of surly, salty sailors slink out. It was nearly closing time. Wouldn’t be long before they’d have the bar to themselves. A sweet proposition. Jia, Shoekki, Ryori, and Mrs. Ohano were at a table near the door. He grabbed a chair on the way over. A little more than a dozen patrons were still in their cups. Mr. Ohano worked behind the bar, serving four men while the others sat apart at different tables, reading or playing on their phones.

“Yo yo yo,” Ryori said.

“Nice of you to join us. We were beginning to think you wouldn’t make it,” said Mrs. Ohano

“You look beat to hell. Heavy night last night?” Shoekki asked as he took his seat. “Is that the most you’ve ever drank?”

He rubbed his temple. “Could be. It’s up there. Man, I’m tired.”

“We’re going to take it easy today, dear. The Natsumatsuri wiped everyone out. We’ll spend the morning cooling off. Maybe later, we’ll show you around town,” Mrs. Ohano said.

“Sounds great.”

Ryori handed him a menu. “Hungry? Order anything you like. Grampa will keep the kitchen open for us.”

You’ll have to be my translator. I hate menus without pictures. “Thanks, maybe later.”

“How’d you enjoy the festival, Ledas?” Mrs. Ohano asked. “We were discussing it when you arrived.”

“Oh, it was hecka awesome. Loved the food. The contests were fun. I almost won the eating competition.”

“A boy your size coming in second place at the all-you-can-eat contest, now I’ve seen everything,” she hooted, covering her mouth (gotta be polite).

“The fireworks were beautiful. Honestly, I had a great time. Genuinely a night I’ll never forget.”

Ryori glared at him, nudging his side. What’s his deal?

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Turning to Ryori and Shoekki, Mrs. Ohano said, “It’s been far too long since we’ve had you down here. Don’t be strangers. We’d love for you to come again next year. We’ve missed you.”

“Sure, as long as I can get time off work. Hope the women aren’t as fickle next time,” Shoekki said.

“Heh, didn’t get any action. Well played.” Ryori could hardly keep himself from grinning. “I bet you had too much to drink and that turned them off. Probably made a fool of yourself. Typical.”

“Ryori, please, show some decorum,” Jia said in a stern tone.

“Nah, that wasn’t it, you little twerp. I was good. I was feelin’ it. Didn’t get lucky. Shit happens. Oh well, wasn’t like I was looking for a long-term relationship.”

“You have more options in the city. Don’t get down on yourself. Seriously, you’re a catch. Charismatic, good-looking, stable job—stay patient and continue putting yourself out there. You’ll find the right girl eventually,” Jia said.

He flashed her a toothy smile, twisting in his chair. “Oh, I’m good-looking now, am I? That’s new. I’ll take it.”

The table erupted in laughter (Ledas joined in several moments later to go with the flow). “Don’t be humble. Ryori told me you used to pull women almost every night when you were living together.”

“Wish that were true. I’ve been out of practice since getting out of, ahem, jail. It’s been a while, you know? Maybe I don’t have my mojo anymore. Gotta put the work in. I have to get back to my old self. I know I can.”

Lying about being in jail those years he was dead. Not a bad cover story. “There are tons of sexy women at the Guac. Trust me, I’ve seen loads,” Ledas said.

“Surprised the bouncers haven’t gotten you. Kids aren’t allowed in nightclubs. You’re playing with fire.”

“I’m quick,” Ledas said, winking.

“Not the best thing to brag about when it comes to women, my man.”

“Boasting about your talents, Shoekki?” Jia asked with a devilish grin.

Mrs. Ohano put her hand on Jia’s shoulder. “Oho, you’re getting randy, dear.”

“You ordered us Aviations. I blame you. I never drink this early,” she said, her tone light and teasing.

He excused himself to use the restroom. Ryori shadowed him. They shared a urinal, crossing streams, Ledas stifling yawns. His body ached. Curse that Makyan. He wouldn’t have damaged me if I hadn’t been restrained. Lethargy panged through his bones. He appreciated the Ohanos for not making today anything worth stressing about. They washed their hands and made their way out when Ryori grasped his shoulder, holding him back.

“Dude, don’t mention the fireworks again. Could jog his memory. Can’t let that happen.”

“Why’s that matter?”

“He was there when the fireworks were going off. Remember? We were, you know–”

“Like I said before, I had a great time. The night we spent below the fireworks is a memory I’ll never forget. It was one of the best nights of my life.”

“He probably doesn’t remember. I have to believe that. Don’t mention it. Don’t want him getting flashbacks. All’s I’m saying.”

“You’re going to have to tell him one of these days. Don’t feel guilty about us being together. Don’t stress out. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We are who we are. Screw anyone who has a problem with it.”

Ryori bit his lip, blinking hard. “You don’t understand. I can’t lose my brother again. I’d be devastated if he doesn’t accept me.”

“He loves you. I know he’ll be cool with us. Yeah, it’s gonna uncomfortable telling him. So what? It’s the right thing to do. You feel like you’re being chased by demons that aren’t there. Trust me, he won’t care.”

“You don’t know that. I don’t.”

“I want to be with someone who enjoys being with me, who doesn’t let other people’s opinions take priority. I love you, but I can’t keep our relationship hidden. I swear, he already knows. We’ve been sleeping together in your room. Honestly, what do you think he believes is going on? That I’m bunking on the floor?”

“I know. I know, alright?” Tears welled in Ryori’s eyes. Furiously, he quelled them, raking his teeth over his lower lip. “I need more time. Admitting it won’t be easy. I’ll do it when I’m ready. I promise I’m not ashamed of you, of us being together. Can’t have him reject me. Not after all we’ve been through.”

Ledas took his hands in his own, meeting his gaze. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are. Take all the time you need, but you don’t have to hide. I’m here for you. I want to spend the rest of our lives together. Don’t let a hypothetical terrify you. Especially one that’s not gonna happen. There are times you have to close your eyes and jump into the fray for your own sake. Trust me, it won’t hurt as much as you think.”

He exhaled hard through his nose. “This will require more alcohol. Like way more. I’ll do it. I’m not ashamed.”

Bringing him out of the restroom, Ledas said, “Let’s order a bottle. After last night, I need a helluva lot.”

On their way back, Ryori came to a halt at the nearest wall, pointing to a painting of a surfer riding a wave on a sunny day. The man was sleek, toned, poised, the water foaming and bubbling at the edge of his board. His eyes were drawn to the man’s stomach. The sky was bright, checkered with puffy clouds. The surfer wore a smile that could put anyone in a positive mood.

“Wanna hear something crazy? My father drew that. He loved painting.”

“Damn, seriously? I’m impressed. Was he a professional?”

“Nah, just his hobby. Most of his works are in here or at my grandparents’ house. I’m glad he made them. Something to remember him by, you know? He was hella talented.”

“That’s cool as heck. You should ask your grandpa to take a couple home to remember him by. We could hang them in our room.”

Ryori smiled sadly. “I know what my first pick would be. Only, I’m not sure Grampa would go along with it. Doesn’t like changing things up in the bar or house. He’d feel like a piece of him was gone.”

“You gotta ask. He was your dad. You deserve to have at least one of them.”

“Grampa’s a stern man. He may not go for it. Don’t wanna offend him. Who knows how he’d react? He invited us down here. Gotta be tactful. Maybe tomorrow. I have too much on my mind right now.”

The guy at the nearest table was a man without a neck, a belly that would make a Snorlax blush, and amateur-dyed black thinning hair. His face was wrinkled to shit, as if he had been left out too long in the sun. Sallow and exuding a yellowish hue (not to mention a pungent stench preceding him), he appeared more corpse than man. He was livestreaming on his phone, ranting and spitting as he waved his free arm around. Nursing a bottle of Coors, clutching it like it was his firstborn, he spat and drooled, his phone pressed against his nose. He kept making faces a toddler would appreciate. When they walked past, he whistled, snapping his fingers. The boys came over to see what was the matter, more out of curiosity than courtesy.

“Hey, uh, you know if vegetables go bad?”

Ledas had a hard time holding in the laugh seeing the look on Ryori’s face. Nevertheless, Ryori struck a faux-serious tone, saying, “Whoa, excellent question. Gotta say, it depends. You’ll probably be alright. I say go for it.”

“I got this platter back home I bought two weeks ago. Was thinkin’ about eatin’ it tonight. Ya know, gotta keep in shape. I’ve been hittin’ the gym. I wanna eat right, you know, but I wanna be safe. The Duke’s bulkin’ up. Look at my guns. I’m huge.” He flexed for them, his moderately undersized biceps not giving off the impression he’d wished.

“That’s a good idea. You’ll be fine.”

The drunkard grunted. “John’s Reddi-Wip can with the Ƶ713. Thanks for dat. ‘Is the pub going to blend the corned beef and cabbage for you since you can’t eat solid foods anymore?’ Fuckin’ hell. I can eat solid foods. Trust me. The Duke of the Docks likes a hearty breakfast. Fuckin’ eggs, fuckin’ bacon, pancakes, toast, a tall glass of OJ. I know how to make a meal. I’ve been workin’ out. Look at my guns,” he said, showing off a bicep to the camera. Ledas felt second-hand embarrassment. To be fair, he wasn’t the best judge of human physiques. This guy was shaped like something you’d come up with in a video game or anime if you were messing around. He was stunned. “Uhh, let’s see. Gaping Brown-Eyed Mezzofinook with the Ƶ283 super chat. Thank you, thank you. Uhh, ‘is your son happy with his vagina?’ Get out of here with that derogatory shit. That’s sad, ya know? I don’t tolerate bigotry. It’s one thing to go after me, but trashin’ my kids? Are ya serious? Keep it up. I’ll report you to the mayor. Think I’m joking? Watch. The duke doesn’t lie, and that’s a fact, Jack. My OCD doesn’t allow it. Now you’re goin’ after my kids like the losers you are. You’re the real loser. That’s right, I said it: loser. Uhh, I was on the Tonight Show, what have you done? I’m world-famous. Show me your IMDB. That’s right, you ain’t got one. Get the fuck outta here. Aaaand blocked.”

Cupping his hands together, the man made a weird trumpeting sound. Nobody clapped. He slobbered and spit and made a face that would make a cheap Halloween mask jealous, scrunching up his nine or so chins. Oh, how they stacked upon themselves in gluttonous vigor. They shrugged and left him to rant and fume by his lonesome, which seemed for the best. At the table, Jia was noticeably drunk, lurching back and forth, her head bobbing side to side at a leisurely pace (alcohol could do that to the best of people). Ledas had never seen her like this. That’s not to say he wasn’t amused. She’s earned it after last night. We all have.

“Whaddya say we get a round of shots for the table?” Ryori asked.

“Best idea I’ve heard all day. I’m game,” Jia replied in a sing-song voice.

“Oh, I don’t know if I can handle another at this hour. That’s too much. It’s early,” Mrs. Ohano said.

Jia said, “C’mon, do it. We’re celebrating. Vacations don’t come that often. It’ll be fun. Let loose and live a little.”

“Oh poo, fine. Just one. No more.”

They banged their fists on the table in approval. It wasn’t long before the Duke and the others were ushered out (good riddance). The day’s shift was completed; the people were gone. He could discard the outer shell of his public mask at long last. A measure of tension left his body. He felt ever so slightly more relaxed. Mr. Ohano wiped down the bar before joining them, bringing a chair along. By that point, they were discussing the Asazari Zoo.

“What about those eyeless fish that lived under the lake? Never seen anything like ‘em,” Shoekki said.

“Those were weird as hell. How could anything evolve into that?” Ryori said.

“Life finds a way,” Shoekki said.

Mr. Ohano cleared his throat. “Hey, whenever you’re ready, I want to teach you how to make a few of my pub staples. You can take the recipes home to use whenever. They’re not half-bad if I say so myself.”

“I’m down for that, Grandpa,” Shoekki said.

“I’ll be ready in a sec. Can we get another round of shots first? Honestly, we need a bottle. Shots take too long,” Ryori bemoaned. A quiet desperation permeated his voice. Is he gonna do it? Ledas’ heartbeat quickened. A boy could dream.

“Well, that’s it for me. I can’t have any more. Enjoy yourselves. See you later tonight,” Mrs. Ohano said, getting to her feet.

“I’ll come with you. I’ve reached my limit. Have fun, everyone. And Shoekki, don’t get down on yourself. There’s plenty of fish in the sea. More back home than you think,” Jia said, patting him on the shoulder.

They bid farewell, leaving the boys with Mr. Ohano (and the kitchen staff, not that they’ll be mentioned again). He wondered where they were going. Girls going off to do girl stuff. It’s a mystery. I’ll never know what goes on with them. Once the door closed, Ryori giggled, hunching over.

“Oh dude, she’s thirstin’ for you bad. You gotta get all over that. Like pronto.”

“Think so? She’s got a decent body. I could tap that.”

“Didn’t you hear what she said?”

“I did. I mean, it could go either way. She could be acting friendly. What do you think, Grandpa?”

Mr. Ohano held up his hands, shaking his head. “Oh no, I’m not getting involved. Figure that out for yourselves. Courting’s for the young.”

“She’s pretty though, wouldn’t you say?” Ledas asked Shoekki.

“Definitely doable. Got a nice rack on her.”

“Eh, too big for my tastes.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.”

Ryori and Ledas exchanged a look. I won’t push it, but he’s gotta calm down. I like boobs, just not ones as large as hers. Plus, it’s Jia. I could never look at her that way.

“Alright, ready to learn my homemade recipes? I’ve perfected them after decades of trial and error. Think you’re up for it? Your grandmother isn’t convinced. I told her you boys have moxie. What do you say we prove her wrong?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Definitely.”

“I’m down.”

Mr. Ohano clapped his hands. “That’s the spirit. Let’s get started.”

“Um, hang on, Grampa,” Ryori said, his voice high and wavering. “Give me a sec with my brother. There’s, um, something we need to discuss first.”

“Sure thing. Take as long as you need. We have all day.” He returned to the kitchen, giving them space.

Oh crap. I hope he’s okay with this. I wasn’t trying to pressure him too hard. We gotta be open about our relationship. We can’t continue in secrecy. He’s my soulmate. I’m proud to be with him. Please don’t be trying to appease me. Be sincere. Show me you aren’t afraid.

Ryori took the bottle of voddy, poured himself a shot, downed it, poured himself another, downed it, making a face and gagging, shivering before drinking half a cup of water. “Alright, there’s something I have to tell you. Ugh, this is gonna suck.”

“Yeah, what is it? Jia’s been shlicking to me? I kinda figured. It’s a compliment, you know. No biggie. I get that all the time.”

“Nah, wasn’t what I wanted to talk about. You gotta figure her games out yourself.” His brother gestured for him to continue. He took another big gulp of water. “Really don’t know how to say this, so I’ll be blunt: Ledas and I are together. Like dating. I’m gay. I had to let you know before–I don’t know–before anything comes out. I hope you don’t hate me. Please, I love you a lot and hope you stay in my life. It’s just who I am. I didn’t choose to be this way.”

He laid his head on Ryori’s shoulder, rubbing his back. Shoekki shrugged, taking a shot with no reaction. “That’s it? Really? You made it seem like this was going to be a big terrible thing. I don’t care. To be honest, I already knew. Before Ledas came into the picture, you made a name for yourself on the playground, or at least that’s what your teachers told me. I suspected it was true. Besides, you weren’t doing a great job at keeping it a secret. Sleeping in the same bed, holding hands at the festival, taking showers together. Think I wouldn’t notice? You weren’t subtle.”

Ryori cast his eyes to the floor, his cheeks having gone red. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. You’re my brother. I should’ve trusted you. Sorry. I didn’t want you to think less of me. It’s hard, you know? Hella awkward to talk about.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass who you date. I’m not going to love you any less. It’s cool. Look at the upside—more women for me. Don’t have to worry about you stealing my girlfriends, heh,” Shoekki said, laughing. “No, but seriously, I’ve known for a long time, and I never cared. You’ll always be my brother. I’ll always love you. So, you gay too?” he asked Ledas. “That’s the bigger surprise.”

“Nah, I’m bi. Ryori’s the only one for me, though. I love him. I’m a one-boy kinda Saiyan, if you know what I mean. He’s all I need.”

“Monogamous, eh? Good for you. Have fun. I’m happy for you guys, really. Cut it with the melodrama. Nothing’s changed. We’re a family. We’ll stick together no matter what.”

Ryori rose, sniffling, trying ever so hard to hold back the tears. He couldn’t. It was too much. A lump rose in Ledas’ throat. He didn’t know whether to speak up or give him space. Ryori scurried around the table, hugging Shoekki so tight he almost took him to the ground. He returned the gesture. “I love you, bro.”

After a while, Shoekki pulled away, getting to his feet. “Enough of this mushy crap. Let’s not keep Grandpa waiting.”

They made their way to the kitchen, Shoekki taking point. Ryori and Ledas shared a look that touched him deeply. He curled the tip of his tail around his mate’s wrist. Their bodies pressed together, their foreheads touching, and they were walking again, this time with renewed vigor. He felt warm.

“Alright, everyone. Good to have you aboard. Today, we’re going to learn how to make red curry chicken,” Mr. Ohano said, his voice rising an octave or so as he poured oil into a saucepan, lighting the burner. “First step is to grind up these red chilis in the pestle and mortar. Ryori, Ledas, get started on that. Shoekki, can you dice a cup of shallots? Do you know how to?”

“Dicing’s no problem. I can’t promise even cuts. I’m no artist.”

“That’s fine, don’t worry about it. Do your best. Try not to cut off a finger. Be careful.”

“It’s good, I got this.”

And so they began. He didn’t know whether it was because of what Ryori had admitted or because his stomach was twisting in expectation, but Ledas knew he was home, that he was with family, that this was where he was meant to be. He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the universe.

5. Can’t Go Back

June 14, Age 776, 6:52 p.m.

Tikupau, Raskintown

They had spent the day exploring Hosomaki, perusing shops, street vendors, and the farmlands. Catharsis, laden by recollection and recognition, loosened him. Been forever. Crazy how everything changes. As long as I’m with my loved ones, it’ll be alright. After what had gone down on Asazari, he needed this. Understatement of the decade. That evening, Ryori’s grandparents took them to Raskintown (he didn’t get too queasy on the boat ride over on account of his grandmother’s tonic), to take part in the Tikupau face-painting festival. Technically, this was the closing ceremony of the Kurenai Natsumatsuri, taking place on the final day of the grand summer festival. He vaguely remembered participating when he had been little. Annoyingly, the memories struggled to rise to the surface, coming to him in fractured moments of feeling he couldn’t quite wrangle in. Why is my memory shit?

Despite the crowds, he held hands with Ledas. Gotta be courageous. Can’t let them tell me what to do or how to feel. I’m not ashamed. Isn’t about them. Have to be me. Have to be authentic. Screw anyone who gets offended. As they walked down the main road, his grandfather pointed out various shops and restaurants. He was in high spirits, recalling their past journeys effortlessly. Jealousy rose in his chest. I want to remember. Why can’t I? They came upon the infamous Thirsty Clam. When Grampa tried to explain to them what it was, he found himself stammering, lost for words.

“It’s a whorehouse,” Shoekki said. “Not surprised they’re still around. Must be making bank. That shit never goes out of style.”

“What’s a whorehouse?” Ledas asked.

“We shouldn’t get into that, dear,” Grandma said.

“Ah, it’s where you go to pay for sex.”

“Shoekki, please.”

“He’s old enough to know. Society isn’t as prudish as when you were young, Grandma.”

She threw her hands up, shaking her head and scowling.

“Cool. Can we go in and look around?” Ledas asked.

He did not just say that. Ryori squeezed his hand. “Real funny. C’mon, let’s get outta here.”

They talked about a whole lotta nothing while making their way to Tikupau, where a massive congregation had gathered. The scents of burning wood and roasting meat greeted them. His mouth watered. Ledas must be fiending. Music, led by mighty taiko drums, rumbled in the distance. He was reminded of that romantic night two days back. Lively conversations enveloped them in a low roar. They split off, gravitating toward their desires, Ledas unsurprisingly taking him to the food line. Too predictable. Their grandparents mingled with a group of people he didn’t recognize while Shoekki and Jia peeled away in opposite directions. His brother would hit the saké hard tonight, especially if he didn’t land a girl. A sinking feeling pounded in his chest. He wished he could find happiness, find his lover. There wasn’t anything he could do about it. Wasn’t his fight. Shoekki had to get lucky, had to do it on his own. I know he can. He’s a player. Maybe not today.

They received plates of pulled pork sandwiches with macaroni and cheese and found an empty table. “See those guys over there?” he said, pointing with his fork at a tent to their right. “They’re getting their faces painted. It’s a tradition to mark the end of the Natsumatsuri, ushering in the beginning of autumn. Wanna do it after we eat?”

“What kind of face paint are you talking about? I don’t wanna get anything extreme.”

“Aw, don’t worry. It’s a couple stripes below your eyes and patterns on your cheeks and chin. They’ll wash off with water. We’ll take pics. I’d bet anything you’ll look hella cute.”

His teeth flashed in a broad smile. “Think so?”

“Trust me, dude.”

Two minutes later, an oafish, portly man wearing a forest green hat that read ‘Keep It Squatchy’ and sporting wild, poofy black hair, carrying a plate of pulled pork in each hand, took a seat across from them. He devoured his meal, letting barbeque sauce run down his chin, dripping like sweat. He eats like a toddler. Probably doesn’t have napkins in his pockets. At least not clean ones. They exchanged a look, trying their best not to laugh (can’t be impolite). Ledas’ lips were quivering. He was about to break. The troll in Ryori wasn’t opposed to seeing that happen.

“Heard any calls last night?” the man asked, licking his lips and wiping barbecue sauce on his faded leather jacket.

He didn’t wipe his chin. How is it possible he doesn’t have an unconscious need to? I’d feel gross. He was always meant to be a pig. “You talking to us?”

“Yes. Calls. Heard any? The squatches were howlin’ last night.”

“The heck’s a squatch?” Ledas asked.

“Sasquatches roam these lands, brother. They live in the forest beyond town,” he said, gesturing to the mountainous region behind. “Up there. They hide in the brush. Deep, deep in the jungle. Every now and then, you can hear them woop or make a wood knock. They’re out there.”

Ledas was perplexed.“Woop? The heck does that mean?”

“Here, watch this. Ahem,” he said, clearing his throat and standing for an obscure reason.

He massaged his throat as if to get those last niggling scraps of shredded pork down his gullet before cupping his hands around his mouth and howling. His lung capacity was impressive. Otherwise, he appeared deranged. People looked at him, whispering to each other. We’ve found a proper lolcow. Of all the rotten luck.

Ryori gave him the slow clap. “That was beautiful. Have you ever seen a squatch?”

“Uh-huh. Saw one in a tree about twelve years ago. When I shined my flashlight on him, he jumped away. Disappeared into the darkness. I’ll never forget. They’re out there. They’re real. I’ll see ‘em again. That’s my life’s goal. I go squatchin’ nearly every night. I’ll get my hands on a DNA sample eventually. Then, nobody will be able to deny their existence.”

“Get any pics?”

“Not yet. I’m not too bothered about it. It’s a matter of time. You can bet on that.”

Ledas devoured his meal, uninterested in the man’s stories. His tunnel vision was humorously endearing in a way.

Why’d we have to get the crazy guy? “Yeah, yeah, sounds reasonable.”

“You don’t have to patronize me, little dude. I know what I saw.” He was back in his seat, grazing from his second plate, a most natural role for him to play.

“What do they look like?”

“Big furry primates. Tall. Seven to eight feet. Flat faces and noses. Conical heads. Now, I know what you’re going to say, but they don’t look like bears. Not that bears could survive on an island. Wildlife wouldn’t sustain them. There aren’t bears this far south. Haven’t been sightings or bone records. If you see anything big out there, it’s a squatch, guaranteed.”

“Right, good talk,” Ryori said, tapping Ledas on the shoulder to make him eat faster. Dude, get the message. He was content with throwing away most of his dinner. He could eat back home. The suffocating cringe factor urged him to flee.

“You don’t have to believe me, but I’ve seen ‘em. I’ve heard ‘em. They’re out there. That’s a fact.”

“Nah, I’m sure you did. Anyways, nice talkin’ to you, bu—”

“I’ve seen a big furry ape before,” Ledas said, hiding behind a napkin. I know that tone. He’s up to something. “He only comes out during the full moon. Huge monkey. Hecka powerful. Can’t miss him. Gotta keep a watch out. Can cause a lot of damage. Be careful, my man. We wouldn’t want to lose ya.”

“Yeah? I believe you. Ancient tales tell of the full moon bringing squatches out. Old folklore. They say it has to do with the light. Like it puts them in a trance. Might be they see the moon as their god, I don’t know. Doesn’t seem to make a difference when I go squatchin’. Right on, guy. There’s a full moon in three days. I’ll be looking for ‘em. They won’t get away this time.”

“Keep your camera ready. You’ll get lucky. I’m rooting for you.”

He nudged Ledas again, spurring him to finish his meal. He whispered, “Let’s get face-painted, alright? I wanna leave this bozo in the dust.”

“Read you loud and clear.”

After discarding their plates, they walked hand-in-hand to the face-painting tent, abandoning the disheveled squatcher. The line was shorter than he’d anticipated. It was so cool Ledas was with him. He remembered coming here years ago with his family. Leeds is family now. Glad we can share this experience. He didn’t know how much it meant.

“What were you talking about with the full moon? That was weird.”

“Haven’t I ever told you? Thought I did. My bad. Saiyans transform during the full moon, as long as we have our tails. And of course, I have mine.” Ledas winked, wrapping his around Ryori’s wrist. “Wanna see? We’ll have to go into that squatch-infested forest. I can’t do it in front of them.”

“Why do we need to go all the way out there? Isn’t it like your other transformations?”

“Nope. Trust me, I can’t do it in front of them. You’ll see why.”

“After the festival. Face paint first.”

“Gotcha.”

They took their turn in the tent, sitting in what looked like barbershop chairs. Three or four artists attended to them, scurrying like mice back and forth, using their fingers (dipped in paint) to draw on their skin. He didn’t understand why a single person couldn’t do the patterns. Everyone had their role, apparently. They’re making easy money, more like. Being attended to felt uncomfortable, the artists probing him, brushing his cheeks, looking as if through him while performing their sacred duty. Felt like he was under a microscope. The unpleasantness did not last long, for they were shooed out soon afterward to make room. Many more needed their faces to be painted before the night was done (as was tradition). Outside, with the sun sinking and the temperature falling, they admired each other.

“Swanky,” Ledas said, taking him by the shoulders, pulling in close. He wants to kiss. Ryori’s heart thumped. It took every fiber of his being to not give in.

“Not here. But, uh, yeah, you look great.” He offered a meek smile. Wasn’t lying. “You wear your stripes well, dude. Are you having a good time?”

“Of course. These people know how to cook. That meal was hella tasty. I loved the macaroni and cheese.”

“You’re hopeless. Can you think beyond your stomach for once? Do you like the face paint?”

“I’ll wash it off in the morning. If it makes you happy, sure. Strange custom. Doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

“I figured. Look, they’re dancing.”

He made a face. “C’mon, you know I hate that. Anything aside from dancing. I mean, if you insist—”

“I don’t. Not gonna do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“You want to, dontcha? Say it, dude. Say it. You know you wanna. Okay, okay, let’s make this a night to remember.”

“I’ll remember it either way. Forget it. We don’t have to dance. I shouldn’t have asked. That was stupid.”

They pounded fists. “As long as we spend time together, I’m happy as could be.”

Jia had drifted to Shoekki’s table. They were laughing. He kind of wondered about what. Wouldn’t be the worst if they got together. Wishful thinking. As long as they have a great time, that’s good enough. The alcohol was flowing. They were getting into it, Jia leaning on his shoulder, enraptured by whatever tall tale he was telling this time. He couldn’t help but be proud of his brother. He’s resilient. Never gives up. Something to learn from, most definitely.

They bought double shots of saké from a nearby pop-up stand, watching the dancers and fire-breathers. Many were wearing masks. The atmosphere, with the music and festive energy, brought him back to his childhood. He was thankful to have his brother and boyfriend with him, and Jia too. He was glad his grandparents were here. He hadn’t realized how badly he’d needed this. If only Mom and Dad were here, it’d be the perfect night. He missed them. Always. That pain never went away, and despite what people said, hadn’t been blunted by time. At least he had a support system to make losing them easier to bear. Wonder what they’d think of me and Ledas being together. He had no idea if they would have accepted them. He fantasized as much. The alternative was too painful to consider.

He could tell Jia was drunk by how she got up from the table. Giggling, she took Shoekki by the hand, plucking him away. They dashed off to join the dancers. “Look at them go. They’re drunk as hell.”

“He’s totally getting lucky tonight,” Ledas said. “Damn, and with Jia. Never would’ve guessed. She’s a catch. Hopefully won’t be a one-night stand. They could be good together.”

“You think?”

“From what I’ve seen, your bro’s a stand-up guy. The way he accepted you made me respect him lots. And Jia’s awesome. They’re living with us, so it’d be great if they became a thing. Depends on how they get along. I have no idea. If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be.”

“I never really thought about it like that. Better the known commodity, eh?”

“Might be. They have to be careful. If it doesn’t work out, things’ll get super awkward.”

“Shoekki knows what he’s doing. He’s been down this road before.”

They refilled their cups. He was feeling it now. Ledas took his arm, walking to the dancers. “C’mon, what the hell, let’s do it.”

“What’re you on about?”

“Look at how much fun they’re having. Why not join them?”

“Because you don’t like dancing.”

“So what? They’re having a blast. Maybe I’ll change my mind. Are you down?”

“Wait, wait, wait. Dunno about that. I don’t actually know how to dance. Never practiced before. I’ll be humiliated.”

Ledas shrugged. “Me either. Who cares? Nobody’s watching. They’re focused on their partners.”

His body tingled. “I wish I had your carefree attitude. Alright, fine, guess I’m willing to try for a bit. Bail if it doesn’t go well, okay? Promise me.”

“You got it.”

They didn’t dance well, nor at an average level, which came as no surprise given they had no clue what they were doing. Looked like they were going through full-body convulsions. He tried to mimic what the others were going for, tried not to focus on the fact they were the only guys dancing together. No one noticed or cared. He felt phantom eyes upon them. Took significant willpower to break through his anxiety, to cast it aside (like the trash it was) and leave it in its irrational puddle. In the end, the experience wasn’t terrible. He had fun. Ledas seemed to.

Nevertheless, they ducked out after two songs, running to the woods. They had to do this before the festival ended. His grandpa wouldn’t leave until they returned to him. Ledas took him deep into the forest, farther than he would’ve felt comfortable going alone. Being with the most powerful person on this side of the planet calmed his nerves. If there were sasquatches out and about and they tried anything, they’d be in for a world of hurt. He was never in a safer spot than when he was with his man.

“Here’s good. We’re far enough away,” Ledas said, bringing him into a clearing perhaps a kilometer (or thereabouts) in the forest.

Without waiting for a reply, he took off his black hoodie, tossing it to Ryori. Then came his shirt, shorts, and underwear (which he wouldn’t have minded wearing on his face if they didn’t have to return to the festival). He left his socks and shoes on the ground. Considerate. “Whoa, what are you doing? Don’t get crazy now.”

“They won’t see us way out here.”

“We can’t do anything lewd. There’s nowhere to lay down.”

“No, silly, I can’t wear my clothes when I transform. They’ll rip.”

“Oh, my bad. I get it.”

“Stand back when I transform, I’m gonna get hella huge. Also, don’t be scared. I’ll be in complete control. My grandpa taught me a long time ago how to remain lucid in Great Ape. I’ll just do it for a second.”

“How is this going to work? That guy said it won’t be a full moon for three days. Don’t you need it?”

“My people developed a technique allowing us to transform whenever we like. Lemme show you.”

Naked, in the near darkness, he conjured a ball of bright white energy, hurling it into the sky. Moments later, he began to twitch, his breathing growing sharply erratic. His body sprouted hair all over that thickened into fur. His face morphed at an astonishing rate, elongating into an ape-like appearance. His teeth grew wide and sharp. Ryori would be lying if he said he wasn’t covered in goosebumps. He tried not to let terror take him. Not the easiest thing to do. I know Ledas. I trust him with my life. This is nothing to freak out over. Don’t be a baby.

And then, Ledas grew. He wasn’t kidding. Holy crap. His body expanded many times over until he was towering above him, the trees, and the island itself. The true nature of the Saiyans. Incredible. I had no idea. Not the faintest clue. When it was over, he knelt, taking out dozens of trees in the process. The ground shook. The air popped. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath. Could they feel that?

“What do you think? Not what you expected?” Ledas asked in a deep, unrecognizable voice.

“Insane. I never would’ve considered this possible. You’re fearsome as fuck, dude. The tail makes sense now.”

“It’s been years since I’ve transformed. This form is slow and a lot weaker than Super Saiyan, but I have a soft spot for it. The main problem is having to wear expandable clothes or it’ll be hella embarrassing when I’m done.”

“Do you—could you show me the island from above the trees? I’d love to see the view.”

Ledas obliged, grasping him tightly without squeezing the life out of him. His touch was remarkably soft. Ryori felt safe. This is mad. A giant ape has me in his clutches and I’m having the time of my life. Could’ve never dreamed this scenario. After he stood, he uncurled his hand, allowing him to get to his feet and view the island, leaning on his middle finger for balance. To the right was the mountain, to the left, the festival at Tikupau. Bonfires marked it, smoke plumes rising and scattering in the wind. The air was frosty, bitterly hammering away his stamina. The stars were out, the Milky Way laid bare. He shivered, looking up. In the grand scheme of things, he was small, although his blood ran hot. He was with his love, sharing a moment nobody else would ever know about.

They didn’t speak for a while. At last, feeling his fingers growing numb from the cold, he requested to return to the ground. Ledas obliged. He extinguished the ball of energy, and seconds later, regressed to his normal state, the transformation looking equally bizarre in reverse.

“Pretty cool, huh?”

Their eyes met in the moonlight, his cheeks flushing. He rubbed his hands together, his teeth clattering. Man, if only we didn’t have to return to the festival. Ah well. Save the fun for later, he thought, throwing his clothes back to him. “That was sick. You never fail to surprise me, Leeds.”

Once he was dressed, they walked back to the festival, their hands clasped together. Their bond had never been tighter. Ledas unleashed a wave of buzzing energy across his body, warming him, making his hair stand on end. He wasn’t cold anymore. He was liable to melt. So cool. He’s a frickin’ powerhouse.

Back in Tikupau, they found Shoekki, Jia, and a crew of sailors sharing saké at a table. They slipped in next to his brother, who was red-faced and laughing heartily. Jia’s hand pulled away from his shoulder. Maybe they’re going to become a thing. Never thought that’d happen in a million years. Ledas sheepishly introduced them to the group before the sailors resumed their conversation. Shoekki ruffled Ryori’s hair, taking two more cups out of a plastic bag to pour shots of saké. He was good like that. He knew how to make it rain.

A sailor (who was more than a teensy bit drunk and rosy-cheeked) cleared his throat, spitting in the grass before saying, “No, no, get this: I was thirteen or fourteen at the time. Mrs. Haishu was babysitting me and my sister. She wanted me, couldn’t help herself. After dinner, she took me into the master bedroom. Made me take a shower in my parents’ bathroom. When I was done, she was on the bed in a bathrobe. Let it fall away when she saw me. Boys, that was a sweet sight. Put one finger out to usher me over. The thing is, I had a girlfriend. Mrs. Haishu had a smokin’ body, the kind you’d die for, but I’m not the cheating type. She tried to coax me over. I refused. It was my parents’ bed. I couldn’t do it there. Would have never happened in a million years. She started talking dirty, got up, and came over, naked as a new day. She wanted me in that bed. When I turned away, she moaned. Didn’t work. I think my father was confused, saw that as the sign, ‘cuz just then, he burst out of the closet with his rifle in hand, shouting obscenities at me for fornicating with Mr. Haishu’s wife. I wasn’t.

“The prank didn’t pan out. Must’ve seen her naked and thought I fell for it. He chased me away, sticking the gun to my back. His buddies were in the living room with their rifles and pistols. They cursed me out for breaking up a marriage, for sleeping with an older woman. I swore I hadn’t. They were too loud. Couldn’t get a word in. Mrs. Haishu followed us in her bathrobe, settling it down. I was practically in tears. My father was disappointed I hadn’t gone for it, and accused me of being less of a man, insinuating I was queer. His friends joined the jawin’. Can’t say I wasn’t terrified. Was scared they might shoot me until Mrs. Haishu reassured me it was a prank while they were hooting and hollering. Never trusted my dad again. Had the best sex of my life with my girlfriend that night.”

“That’s fucked up. Did they aim the guns at you?” Shoekki asked.

“Sure did. Had the safeties on. Knew what they were doing. They may have been drunk, but they weren’t stupid.”

Ryori was incredulous. “That woman got naked for you and they tried to blame you for her cheating? Even if you didn’t do it, she went way too far. It was her fault.”

“That’s between her and her husband. He was in the living room. Didn’t seem to mind.”

“She wanted it,” Jia said. “No woman would go along with that for a prank. She was secretly hoping you’d jump into bed with her before getting busted.”

“Could be. That was a long time ago.”

Shoekki poured everyone another round of saké. Ryori drank his down immediately, raising an eyebrow so he’d give him another. True to form, his brother came in clutch. He was keenly aware he was drunk. Anxiety was an old notion he’d discarded in the forest. He didn’t care anymore. He found his feet and placed his hands on Ledas’ shoulder, rubbing while drinking down his next shot. He perked up, his chin angled at the stars. Pressing his forehead to the back of Ledas’ head, giving him a silent message, he continued to massage. The sailors stole quick looks but didn’t say a thing. Thank Kami. I don’t have to be reserved. They aren’t going to stop us. His tail rose to his face, delicately caressing his chin before wrapping around his stomach while he practiced the rubbing techniques he’d been learning from internet videos. He was more than into it. Closing his eyes, he tried his best not to let this dip into the lustful realm. That’s not what massages are about. This is what I want to do for a living. I have to be professional.

“Happu, show ‘em the scars on yer hands,” another sailor said, coughing out a laugh. When the man did, revealing a myriad of deep (now healed) gashes, he continued, “Any guess how he got ‘em?”

“Did you get swiped by a broken line?” Shoekki asked.

“Nah, when he gets drunk on a quiet day, he goes and does a stupid thing. Warned him against it a thousand times. Doesn’t listen.”

“You’re one to talk, Pupuro,” Happu said. “You got your finger bitten off by a baby tiger shark trying to catch him by hand. Never seen a dumber injury.”

“At least I don’t hop in the cage with a bucket of chum trying to see who can be the first to punch a full-grown tiger or white on the nose. That’s the type of nonsense a drunken fool would come up with.”

“Never lost a limb. I’m the four-time champion.”

“You bait sharks from a cage and try to punch them?” Shoekki laughed.

“Damn right I do, and I’ll compete against anyone. I’m quick. They’ve never gotten me.”

“You’ve been bitten. Look at them scars,” Happu said.

“Eh, they’re flesh wounds.”

They grew drunker, rowdier, and found it more difficult to contain their laughter. Ryori focused on rubbing his mate’s shoulders. His spine was erect, his head thrust back, taking in the pleasure, smiling, barely paying attention to those at the table. He noticed Jia hanging on Shoekki’s shoulder. Their eyes met. He shivered, looking away, working his hands down Ledas’ back. This is how it should be, he reassured himself. I have to create the reality I crave. I can’t be embarrassed. I can’t hold back. I have to be true to myself. Ledas’ll appreciate it. His opinion’s the all that matters. Judging by how much he was getting into the massage, his technique wasn’t half bad. Maybe I have a knack for this. There’ll be plenty of more opportunities to confirm.

The wind was picking up, shaking the trees and cooling his cheeks. For the first time in a long while, he imagined his future, and amongst his wild fantasies, there wasn’t a sliver of dread.

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June 15, Age 776, 9:00 a.m.

Ryori’s room, Ohano house, Hosomaki

The cursed sound of Ryori’s phone alarm woke Ledas like a punch to the face. He groaned, rolling over. Ryori stirred, though he didn’t seem like he’d wake up any time soon. The warmth shared between them under the covers (from this new angle) poked him in the abdomen. Wonder what he’s dreaming about. I’d like to join in.

Embracing him, he murmured, “Dude, we have to get up. We have a big day ahead of us.”

“Mhm, five more minutes.”

“Five minutes will turn into an hour or two before you know it. You have to wake up.”

He was already asleep again, so Ledas reached down, untangling himself, initiating a sword fight. In reflex, Ryori grinded against him. His eyes opened. That always seems to do the trick. Their gazes locked, Ledas unable to prevent himself from smiling.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

They fooled around for a while, warming their blood. After brushing their teeth, they went to the kitchen in chipper moods, finding Mrs. Ohano cooking breakfast for Jia and Shoekki. Did they hook up last night? They were pretty handsy at the festival. While they were sitting next to each other, he couldn’t tell. Wouldn’t be right to speculate.

“Good morning, boys. How’s eggs and bacon sound?”

“Aw yeah,” Ledas said, taking a seat next to Ryori. “Extra bacon for me, please.”

“Yeah, sounds good, thanks.”

Jia turned her attention to them. “We were just discussing today’s schedule. After Ohano’s closes, we were thinking of joining a whale-watching charter this afternoon. Should be fun, don’t you think?”

“Sure, if we see ‘em. I’ve been on a few. Only saw a whale once. Remember, Shoekki? It was that time Mom took us when I was like six or seven.”

“The humpback, yeah. Shit, that was ages ago. Weren’t you seasick the whole time?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I was miserable. Gramma, I’m gonna need another tonic, please.”

“Of course, dear. I’ll whip up a batch after finishing here.”

“Afterward, we’re going on a hiking trip across Hosomaki. We’ll set off back home in the evening. Sound good?”

“No complaints,” Ryori said. His voice was half-hoarse.

“Still recovering from last night?” Shoekki asked.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Had a little too much saké. How about you? Pick up any girls?”

“I did alright. No complaints,” he said, brushing shoulders with Jia.

She scoffed into her coffee. Oh crap, they’re totally banging. That’s the sign. Ryori beamed. “Nicely done, dude. You always had a way with the ladies. I’m not surprised. What’s her name?”

“Classified info, bro. I don’t kiss and tell. Seems to run in the family.”

“Oh, stop it. I told you eventually. Plus, Leeds and I are more than a hookup. We’re going steady. Have been for years.”

“You didn’t think to mention a two-year relationship to me. I’m just sayin’. Go, be happy. I dunno if I’m looking for anything serious. We’ll see. Hookups aren’t exactly worth describing.”

“If you’re never going to see her again, shouldn’t that make it easier to talk about?” Ledas pressed. He smelled deceit. Shoekki’s logic wasn’t adding up.

“You’re clever for an alien. But no, I’m not going to betray her privacy. Drop it.”

Mrs. Ohano served them their meals. She’s the best. It was about time. His stomach was screaming for sustenance, something beyond the usual morning protein. Bacon was exactly what he needed. He’d never come across a finer treat in the cosmos. They thanked her profusely. She joined them, bringing a plate for herself, as she well deserved.

“I’ll text you the pictures from last night. Group shots and individuals. You looked like you had a great time.”

“Honestly, this trip’s been top-tier,” Ledas said. “I’m glad you let me tag along.”

“Of course, dear. We wanted to be fair to you and Jia. It wouldn’t have been right if I’d only invited my grandchildren. As far as I’m concerned, if you’re their family, you’re ours as well. Without you, it wouldn’t have been the same. You make Ryori happy. That’s good enough for me.”

“Ah, Gramma stop it, you’re embarrassing me,” Ryori said, looking down, his face going red.

They know. To be fair, it’s been obvious, yet now they’re acknowledging it. She accepts us. I’m grateful. I don’t get why it’s controversial for boys to date on this planet. I’ll never understand humans. Ryori’s family are good people.

“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about, dude.”

“Alright, I get it, can we change the subject?”

After they ate (he found the meal most filling, which was a pleasant feeling to be sure), Mrs. Ohano cleared the table and brought out a board game called Articulate! He didn’t entirely understand the rules. They divided into teams (Shoekki and Jia on one, Mrs. Ohano, Ryori, and Ledas on the other). He’d have to guess a word from context clues. There were a variety of categories to consider. Not being from Earth, he’d have to be the guesser, for first off, he would have trouble reading a majority of the kanji (the hiragana and katakana words would be no problem). Plus, the cultural context for many of the words, especially people and places, would be beyond him. He didn’t know how that’d make it easier to guess. At least he had Mrs. Ohano’s support.

The game began. Shoekki and Jia got off to a hot start, Shoekki reading the words and Jia guessing. By Frieza’s frozen tits, she was a good guesser. They reached like a quarter of the way around the board before their turn came to an end. His competitive spirit implored him to try his best to win no matter what. Even so, he was under no illusion that he had much of a chance.

Ryori flipped over the sand timer.

“Alright, the first one’s an object. Let’s see. Okay, this is simple. You use it to catch fish from the ocean.”

Mrs. Ohano’s eyes lit up. “A fishing pole?”

“Yep.” He drew another card. “These are in offices. Uh, they’re used to get rid of old documents and make sure no one can piece them back together.”

Ledas drew a blank. Could’ve had a million years to guess and he wouldn’t have gotten it. Mrs. Ohano answered, “A paper shredder.”

“Got it.” He drew another card. “My brother smokes this all day, every day.”

“Nicotine?”

“No, no, no, the device.”

“A vape?”

“Yeah, bro. Alright, this is a vehicle that builds skyscrapers. Um, the big device that does it.”

“A crane?” Mrs. Ohano guessed.

“Correct. This one’s—”

“You’re out of time,” Shoekki said. “Our turn. They’re putting a tiny amount of pressure on us. Let’s smoke ‘em. We’re on the random category. May be tricky. Let’s go for it.”

“I’m ready.”

He flipped the timer. “When you’re cold, you snuggle under one of these, and it plugs into a wall socket.”

“Electric blanket?”

He nodded. “This is a huge oceanic species with lots of tentacles.”

“Squid?”

“More specific. Sperm whales fight them.”

“Giant squid.”

“This guy lost to Mr. Satan in the finals of the Twenty-Fourth World Martial Arts Tournament.”

“Jewel. That’s easy.”

“This is a way to propel a boat without a sail.”

“With an engine?”

“No, older. More primitive.”

“Rowing?”

“Yeah. A big cat that lives in the southern jungles, spotted, hunts caiman.”

“Jaguars.”

“You got it. Uh—”

“Time,” Ryori said, snatching the hourglass (in this case, a thirty-second-timer) from his brother. “We gotta catch up. Try to go as fast as possible. We’re on the world category. Gotta go all out. Ready?” Ledas and Mrs. Ohano were with him. “Okay, this is the big island to the north, really cold.”

“Yunzabit Heights,” Mrs. Ohano answered.

“Correct. Uh, the city where the Saiyans landed which they destroyed.”

“East City?” he threw out.

“Good one. Where Hachi and Chiwan are from.”

His body thrummed with excitement. I know. “Parsley Town.”

“Yeppers. Next, the island where the skinchangers stalk out.”

“Umihebiza.”

“True. This is where that old white cat lives.”

“Land of Korin, of course.”

“You got it. Where the World Martial Arts Tournaments take place.”

“Gotta be Papaya Island.”

“Got it. Next, this is—”

“Time.” Shoekki snatched the thirty-second-glass. “Not bad, Ledas. I guess you know your geography pretty damn well.”

Finding that amusing, he looked at his partner. Ryori’s happiness was pure and true. He loved that expression. I wouldn’t trade spending time with them for anything. This is great. I’m fitting in. I’m part of the crew. The game continued, and not for one moment did he feel the need to dip away or check the clock. He was where he wanted to be.

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June 15, Age 776, 11:48 a.m.

On a whale-watching yacht, 60.369422 km off the coast of Hosomaki

They cut through the waves at an expeditious rate. Hosomaki had been lost in the fog. Frigid air burned in her lungs; her cheeks stung. Checking her phone, she confirmed it’d be another ten minutes before they reached their destination. There better be whales. Otherwise, we’ll demand a refund. The Ohanos were on deck with Shoekki and most of the other passengers (around twenty), while the rest lingered inside, away from the cold. Probably more prudent. At least those on deck were getting their money’s worth. Her thoughts came around again to Shoekki. His long blond hair was blowing in the wind. She clenched her fingers into fists to stop them from trembling. We need to talk. Too early to tell if last night had been a mistake. While he’d been friendly at breakfast, they hadn’t discussed the nature of their relationship. She had to find out where they were going. She had to know.

Amongst those inside were Ryori and Ledas, who were huddled together at a table. Ryori clutched his drink white-knuckled, taking sips every minute or two. Whether or not it would prevent him from vomiting remained to be seen. I have my doubts. Ledas chatted with Beelzebub on a round silver-and-black device that looked somewhat like a mirror, wrought with an elegant intertwined vine-like border. Unmistakably foreign. Alien, one might say. She hovered behind them with her coffee, listening in.

“Dude, it was sweet. Got hella zeni. Didn’t break a sweat, either. They were aliens. How cool is that? Officially our second bounty.”

“Never in doubt. A shame it’s in Earth currency. Won’t help us buy a planet.”

“Eh, there’re plenty of galactic bounties available. I haven’t started looking. Have you? Found any worth going for?”

“The Galactic Patrolman’s device updates daily. There are more than you can count. Most aren’t worth hunting, but there are a handful of heavy hitters. We should target them. Think you’ll be up for the challenge?”

“Gotta be optimistic. Either I win or die trying.”

“Man, you’re something else. Guess I’ll consider your flippancy an asset. Anyway, I’m coming to Earth next week. Did you send me the address? I don’t remember.”

“Yeah, you should have it. Isn’t the same house as last time. You and your goons screwed that up. Contact me if you need more specific directions.”

“Bro, don’t get your panties in a bunch. My sense of direction is impeccable. I know what I’m doing. Until then, later,” Beelzebub said, ending the call.

The boat rocked back and forth in the turbulent waters of the deep sea. She couldn’t understand how it lurched perilously to one side and swung back to the other without capsizing. Best not to think about it. Ryori was head-down on the table, wincing, bracing himself. Ledas munched on a platter of chicken fingers and fries, unaffected. That kid’s going to buy a planet. Nobody would believe me if I told them, and I’m not the least bit surprised.

“Coming along was a huge mistake. Dude, fly me home. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“Aw, don’t give up. Don't you wanna see a whale in the wild? We only saw that one in the aquarium. They’re majestic animals. Come on, push through. You’ll regret leaving. Plus, it’s super cold out there. You might hurl anyway.”

She took a seat opposite them. “Feeling better?”

He was pale and wobbling. Has to be partly due to the whiskey in the drink. “I-I’m hanging on. Are we almost there?”

“Won’t be long. Five more minutes. You can handle that.”

“Maybe. What about the ride back? I’ll need a couple refills.”

“Your grandma brought a thermos. You’re all set. I know it’s uncomfortable, but don’t stress yourself out. Weather the storm.”

“Very poetic, Miss Jia,” Ledas said.

“I’m serious. Get used to the way the ship’s moving and go with the flow. Don’t focus on the chaos. That’ll make things worse. Distract yourself. Ledas, help him out. I’ll check with your grandparents to see if I can get you a refill.”

“Thanks. Please don’t take long. I’m nearly finished.”

She did not tarry. Concern drove her. The vacation, seeing a whale—that was background noise. Her priority was, always, the boys. More and more, she felt like their mother. Being medically unable to have children meant this was as good as it was going to get, and to be honest, that wasn’t the worst trade-off. She loved them as if they were her own, felt fiercely protective of them. This was nothing compared to what had happened on Asazari two nights back. We won’t get over that for a long time. Might not ever. Her feelings had crystallized since that experience. She would use her trauma as motivational fuel. I didn’t die for a reason. The vast majority of people don’t get a second chance. Have to make the most of it. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Nhobusa pointing the gun, Rambutala cackling, and she couldn’t help but shudder. Stop it. The past’s the past. They’re dead. They can’t hurt me. I’m still standing. Their ghosts cannot bring me down.

“How are you doing, Ryori?” Mrs. Ohano asked upon their return.

He handed her his cup, his head bowed. His voice was ragged and breathless. “I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Ledas tried showing him funny videos on his phone. Didn’t work. He wasn’t into it. He was struggling. “Seasickness is like motion sickness. That won’t help. Tell him a story or a joke or something. Anything to distract him.”

“Got it.” He placed a hand on Ryori’s shoulder, rubbing gently. They aren’t hiding their affection. I wonder why. Could be they lost patience. Maybe they feel comfortable enough. In any case, Jia didn’t mind that they were together. She’d known for two years. Hadn’t changed her feelings. In fact, if she were to be so bold (and, in this case, she allowed herself to be), it was a courageous act. She admired their audacity. “Dude, remember that time we snuck into Ms. Kairyupin’s house to steal the ecology answer key, and her pot of curry boiled over? She was screamin’ mad.”

Looking up, Ryori had the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “Oh yeah. That was hella funny. She was furious. Cursing in tongues. We had to fly out the bathroom window. Heheh. Chiwan didn’t know what the hell was going on. She freaked out.”

Mrs. Ohano cleared her throat. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Excellent choice,” Ledas said, his tone light and innocent. Sarcastic little bastard.

Ryori elbowed him in the ribs.

Jia and Mrs. Ohano left them to reminisce on vulgar memories. I hadn’t known about the ecology test. They’ve been deviously scheming the whole time. Oh well, they passed seventh grade without a hitch. No need to worry about the past. It’s behind us. That was how she felt about Nhobusa, about Cardinal, about the New Red Ribbon Army. Only a fool looks back and allows anxious thoughts to swallow them whole. Not her. She was resolute.

On deck, she split off from Mrs. Ohano to take in the view. The waters were choppy, foaming, midnight blue—almost black. She couldn’t imagine how people had traversed the open ocean hundreds of years ago in sailboats or by oar. More than seeing it, she felt the ship slowing to its destination, which was a patch that looked no less tumultuous than anywhere else. The whales will be here soon if everything goes according to plan. I’ll try to bring the boys out. Ledas wouldn’t come unless Ryori did.

A man sat cross-legged before her, humming while listening to a hand-sized radio in his lap. He had earbuds in and held a fishing rod with all his might, wearing nothing save for swimming trunks. Absurd. Acclimation is wild. As the boat’s speed eased to a listless stall, he cast his line, whistling along to whatever he was listening to. She approached the railing, looking for a whale, for anything to make this trip worthwhile. More of the same. Nothing intuitively implied a whale would breach nearby.

“Watch out, ma’am, I’ve got a bite. Ah, finally. Yessir. That’s right. I’ve waited too long. Warms my veins. Step aside. This is a serious matter.”

“Excuse me?”

“Got a nibble. I’m reeling her in. Look, look. Oh, she’s coming. Right back home to Papa. Godspeed,” He jerked the pole from the water, running his tongue around his teeth, sucking in air, tapping his foot like a madman. “Get out of the way.”

She stepped aside, allowing him to bring in a meager catch—a red-and-white striped goatfish flopping on the deck— before he unsheathed a knife to end its suffering. In a well-practiced routine, he cut off the head and tossed the body into the sea. The deck ran red with blood. Nearby tourists gawked and distanced themselves from the horror show.

“The heads are where the fun’s at. Best part. Shame they dry out in two or three hours. Gotta use them while they’re wet and raw and wriggly. There’s no better feeling in the world.”

He revealed a tan bag from underneath his shirt. When he opened it, she caught an ungodly whiff of decomposition. Fishy. How’s he unaffected? Desensitization, most likely. He stuffed his prize inside and scurried away. She didn’t know what to make of it, nor what exactly to think. Is he doing what I think he is? No, I shouldn’t speculate. Don’t be indecent.

Shaking the feeling, she returned to the railing, observing the ocean. Her thoughts, no matter how hard she tried to procrastinate, returned to Shoekki. She was like a child, not a grown woman. At the end of the day, doesn’t everyone deserve love? Is that not the reason to live? Maternal love sustained her, and it was fulfilling, don’t get her wrong, but a piece was missing. She needed a more personal flavor, a more powerful variant, ashamed though she was to admit it. And if this were the one—if he were the one—she needed to know to quell her nerves. She wasn’t getting younger. With time, she had become hardened to her ideals. Finding a good man would change everything. Been ages since I’ve dated.

“Shame about the animal preserve,” a woman said. “I was dying to visit.”

To Jia’s left, a couple were squabbling while texting away on their phones, not so much as looking each other in the eyes.

“Who closes down an island for ‘repairs’? What are they repairing—the whole damn zoo? That’s bollocks.”

“Maybe the fences are out.”

“This isn’t Jurassic Park. You watch too many movies.”

“Don’t strike that tone with me. You’re supposed to be working on your passive-aggressiveness. I’ve hardly seen any improvement.”

“Ah, criminy, you’re impossible. Let’s try to have a nice day for once, alright? Can you do that for me, love?”

Jia shivered. I have to settle down. The past is the past. It holds no power over me. You’re not a silly little girl. Stop acting like one. She had been seconds from death and had never loved anyone. She could’ve died before actualizing her deepest desire. That thought spooked her almost as much as the visions of her New Red Ribbon comrades. Make the world you want to live in. Don’t be a coward.

Taking a deep breath, she drew up the fortitude to go over to Shoekki. He and Mr. Ohano were engaged in lively talk about octopus wrestling. After waiting for the conversation to fizzle out, she pried him away with a tap on the shoulder. Looking back, his eyes softened. He excused himself from the loquacious fellow. They found an area out of earshot from the tourists.

“What’s up?”

“I need to know what we’re doing. Is this real? Tell me last night wasn’t just the alcohol speaking. Do we have something, or was that a mistake? Be honest with me.”

“Mistake? What do you mean, babe? No, no no. Ain’t no mistake. It was beautiful. I’d like to do it again. Wouldn’t you?” When she didn’t return his smile, he said, “What’s wrong? Did my performance leave anything to be desired? I thought I did damn well. I can change it up if you’d like. I’m versatile. Trust me, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to give you the time of your life.”

She exhaled a polite laugh. “That part was fine. Above average. Not what I’m talking about. I need to know if we’re a couple. Do you want to be with me, or are you playing the field? You’re young. Have to be realistic.”

“Not a whole lot younger than you. But really, you’ve got it wrong. It’s not like that. I didn’t know you wanted a serious relationship. You didn’t tell me.”

“I do. What about you? Are we in this together?”

Looking her in the eyes, he crooked his neck. “If you want exclusivity, I’m here for you, baby. Make your needs known. I’ll deliver. I’ll prove myself.”

“I’ve made my choice,” she said, wrapping an arm around his midsection. “If you’re here for me, I’m here for you. As long as the feeling’s mutual. I don’t need anyone else.”

He reeled her in, pressing his forehead against hers, when those on deck broke out in near-simultaneous gasps, some shouting, others screaming, clicking their phones frantically to save the moment forever. A whale breached before them, sending fountains of bubbling water meters into the air, waving its flipper before falling on its back. The black-and-barnacled behemoth slapped the surface with its tailfin in a triumphant boom, spraying the boat with icy seawater. The onlookers shrieked and cursed, fruitlessly running to the cabin or putting their hands up as if that would stop the rain. The deck was soaked.

Ledas and Ryori ran out of the cabin, the Saiyan urging his sickly friend onward. They reached the rail in time to see the whale (or perhaps another, Jia wasn’t sure) breach again, this time spinning as it broke the surface. Wonder was in their eyes as Ledas held onto Ryori. Most of the tourists had returned to the railings, their phones out again (if they were working). Without prompting, but a long time coming, Ryori bumbled forward, emptying his stomach into the sea. She would’ve been worried had Ledas not been there to keep him from going overboard. The whale came up again, everyone whistling and applauding.

Shoekki threw his arm around her as they held firm to one another. “Yeah, sure, what the hell? Let’s go for it. Can’t know if it’s right unless you try, you know? Heh, look at him go. What a glorious sight. I’d take that as a sign.”

She pressed her body against his, her heart beating in her throat. It’s been years since I’ve had a man. Maybe he’s the one. We’ll see. She wasn’t sure if he was talking about his brother or the whale. In the end, did it make a difference? The cold couldn’t get to her now.

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June 15, Age 776, 6:11 p.m.

Pukitehau Trail, Hosomaki

After dinner, they set off on the Pukitehau Trail up Kukipani Mountain. Everyone was engaged in lively conversation, even Ledas, which was rare. Because his belly’s full. They didn’t come across anyone on their journey through the rugged path. Trees and wildflowers grew unchecked on either side. He felt a tickling familiarity as they went. The sun wouldn’t be around for more than another hour. They made haste.

“We used to visit this place two or three times a year. I remember coming with Mom and you guys,” Shoekki said. “Brings me back. We’d have dinner in the grass before heading up the mountain.”

“It’s a tradition we made for ourselves,” Grandpa said.

“Remember those trips, Ryori?”

He may have had vague notions, flashes of memories of the trees, of the plumeria flowers, their fragrance more than their vibrant pink color reminding him he’d been here before, but were he truthful, he couldn’t recall specific moments clearly. He remembered his mother and his father coming along (he hadn’t been there often, he knew for some reason). Emotions welled in his throat. Why can’t I remember? He hated losing them. Forgetting them was unforgivable. Straining and straining, he recalled nothing. It left him defeated, feeling like a failure. Why am I so useless? Remember, damn it.

“I think so. I dunno. Been a long time. All the memories have kind of blurred together. I remember how the flowers smelled.”

“You were hyperactive back then,” Grandma said. “Always running around, making your mother fret. We used to say you ran on batteries. Never seen a kid with that much energy. Relentless. You loved sneaking off the path and exploring the bush. More than once I remember her dragging you back kicking and screaming.”

“I remember that part. I was hecka impulsive,” Ryori admitted.

“I would’ve never thought. You’ve been mellow since I’ve known you,” Ledas said.

Losing Mom and Dad took a chunk out of me. I’ll never be the same, no matter how happy I am. I’ll never stop missing them. It’ll never be the same. He blinked, swallowing to steady his voice. “I guess I got older. Dunno.”

“You still have hyperactive moments. But yeah, you were way more emotional when you were little. Not a bad thing. You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” Shoekki said.

“I’m not. It’s different. Being here is bringing back the memories.” How he wished that were the half of it.

“Good to be home, isn’t it?” Grandma asked.

Nodding, he said, “We’ll visit more often, I promise. Sorry it took us so long. Life’s been crazy in West City.”

“At least Shoekki was exonerated. We can be thankful for that. I wish we would’ve known. We could have helped pay for your lawyers. What happened wasn’t right.”

“No, it’s fine,” Shoekki said, raising his hands to the air. “In the end, justice prevailed. I’m back. I’m not going anywhere. Plus, I’m getting a big fat check from King Furry’s government. Kind of makes it worthwhile. I won’t have to worry about financial security for years. Making lemonade out of lemons, you know?”

“If you ever need our support, don’t hesitate to ask. You boys are all we have left. We want to do right by your mother and look after you. Please, call us if you need anything. We’ll always be here for you.”

“Thanks, Grandma, but honestly, I think we’re alright. Doing a lot better than a few years ago.”

“Yeah, we’re doing great,” Ryori added. “We just moved into a new house in the city. You should see it. It’s wicked huge. Things are looking up.”

She smiled, though he detected sadness in her eyes. “Good to hear. By Kami, let it continue.”

Around the bend, they came across shabby straw-roofed restrooms, split for men and women. This was the first sign of life he’d seen on the trail. Grandpa brought them to a halt, saying, “Last stop. If you need to go, now’s your chance. There won’t be another on the way.”

He and Grandma remained where they were while Shoekki walked off to the clearing to the side of the restrooms, taking his vape out of his pocket and hitting it repeatedly. A moment or two later, Jia went after him. Ledas tugged on his sleeve, giving him a look with his head cocked to the side. Without a word, they headed off to the restrooms. Does he actually need to go? Eh, who cares? I shouldn’t complain. A minute or two alone would be nice. Their hands clasped together. Feeling his warmth against his skin tempered his emotions.

An older man with curly white hair leaned against the building, smoking, making weird jaw movements. Ryori gave him a quick look, thinking nothing of it. Inside, they shared a urinal. It was a dingy, unkempt room, two or three of the lights flickering every now and then. There was no shot the janitor made his rounds more than once or twice a year. It had been a while since he’d last come.

“The way it burst out of the water. Like, that was crazy. Never seen anything like it. Think of the power,” Ledas said. “What an impressive beast. So cool to see up close.”

“I’d rather watch from a helicopter. Anything besides a boat,” Ryori said with a shudder. “I mean, yeah, it was a cool experience, just wish I hadn’t felt like shit.”

“We’ll hold onto that memory forever. You won’t remember being seasick.”

“Maybe.” I don’t know if I’m capable of that.

Returning outside, he was glad to be free of the reek of piss. A puff of smoke met them, polluting the air. “Aren’t you going to say hello?” the man growled, scratching his cheek. “Didn’t your momma raise you better?”

Ryori laughed, thinking he wasn’t serious. “The hell? What are you talking about?”

“Not a greeting, not a ‘hello’, not a look in my direction? You should greet anyone you come by. It’s proper.” He looked exasperated. “I’m at a loss for words. Unbelievable. Kids these days. Eh, you’re all the same. Think you’re better than me? I won’t stand for this.”

Taken aback though he was, Ryori didn’t flinch. He wasn’t better than that guy. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Arrogant ass, assuming he deserves anything from us. If he wanted a greeting, he could’ve provided it. His emotional meltdown was on him. Clearly, he had things to work through. Miserable bastard. Seemed like he considered younger people, as they were, lesser, those he could bully into submission. They were not the prey he had anticipated. Not by a long shot.

“Don’t tell me what to do. You aren’t owed anything,” Ledas said.

“Boy, you dare talk to your elders like that? I knew your momma ain’t raised you to be a gentleman.”

“The only person being rude is you. Piss off,” Ryori said.

“Oho, boy’s got a sass mouth on him. You’re a cancer to the islands. Don’t need your kind here. No respect for your elders. Couple of c***suckers.”

“You say that like it’s an insult,” said Ledas.

“Get out of my face. I can’t stand the sight of you, ruining the beauty of the land. Disrespectful kids.”

“It’ll be more beautiful after you drop dead.”

He screwed up his face, took Ledas’ hand in his own, and walked off, ushering him along. If this goes any longer, he’ll smash his face in. Can’t have that. Grandma and Grandpa can’t see that side of him. The man’s cigarette turned to ash, melting away in the wind. Ryori smirked, realizing. When they were far enough away, he said, “Screw that jerk. Don’t worry about him. He’s a hater.”

Ledas exhaled air through his nose in half a scoff. “He means nothing to me.”

Off in the distance, Shoekki and Jia shared a laugh. He handed his vape to her. She took a massive hit, breathing out vapor in a coughing fit. His grandparents were talking when they returned. Grandpa glanced at their intertwined hands, though he held his tongue. Is he okay with us being together or putting up with it to save face? Maybe he’s struggling to accept us. I hope we aren’t acting out of line. Don’t want to offend him. He blushed, embarrassment bringing warmth to his ears. Sometimes he’d wished he wasn’t like this. Then I wouldn’t have gotten with Ledas. That would’ve sucked. He’s my soulmate, as clichéd as that sounds. I don’t care. Our love’s worth every ounce of hate. I have no regrets.

“Ready to go?”

“Yep,” Ryori said.

Grandpa whistled ear-piercingly for Shoekki to return. His brother said something to Jia, snatched the vape (his precious), and navigated back to the path. They indulged in many puffs on the way, loading up their veins with as much nicotine as they could. They aren’t hiding, either. Good for them. It’d be awesome if they worked out. Would be the best thing ever if we all stayed together.

They made their way up the mountain. The sun sunk below the watery horizon. He would never forget his parents, nor would time bring an end to his pain. He missed them beyond what words could describe. If only they could have been there. A piece of him had been torn out, cast aside, never to regrow. Not possible. He wondered if Shoekki felt the same. Could be why he hit the bottle. Can’t be too harsh on him. He had to raise me when he was barely an adult. He didn’t have someone like Ledas in his life. Had to do it by himself. Ryori admired his grit and spirit. We wouldn’t be here were it not for him. His brother could never know how much he loved him, how much he respected him for getting them through those bleak days in Seikishi. He owed him everything.

Ledas wrapped his tail around Ryori’s wrist as they trekked onward. He felt comfort beyond what he could express. He’s giving me everything. So sweet. He blinked away tears, trying his best to not let anyone notice. Why am I getting emotional? Damn it, pull it together. Now’s not the time.

“And here’s the famous Makipulu tree that was struck by lightning over two hundred years ago,” Grandpa said, pointing to a withered husk rising like a lonesome pillar in a field of yellow grass to their left. “It’s a miracle the island didn’t burn down with it.”

“Remember?” Grandma asked. “We’ve been here many times before.”

“Of course I do. Been here dozens of times. Mom used to let us run out and climb it because the grass was never that tall. Not enough to lose sight of us. Remember, Ryo?” Shoekki said. Jia was on his arm. Nobody said anything. Nobody seemed to care. He liked that.

“I think so,” Ryori lied. He hated himself for that.

“Remember the time you fell out of the tree from an upper branch? Snapped it clean off. I remember the thud you made hitting the ground and how you howled. Damn, like it was yesterday. We thought you’d broken your wrist. Wasn’t that bad. Just sprained. You cried like a baby.”

“Oh yeah, right.”

In the dying light of sunset, they reached the summit. The wind whirled; they stood in somber silence. Before them, a boulder lay cracked in half (where the other half had rolled away to, he couldn’t guess). A group of wooden benches lay next to it. Something twitched inside his forehead. A throbbing, vibrating feeling came upon him. He thought he remembered this place. It was familiar. He couldn’t recall precisely, couldn’t conjure up anything in particular in his mind’s eye, but he was positive he’d been here before. His breathing quickened. His heart was liable to burst from his chest.

“Where is it?” Shoekki asked, approaching the boulder.

Grandpa pointed to the left side. “Over there. Near the end. Let’s find it. Come on, everyone.”

He didn’t know what they were talking about, following nonetheless.

“‘67?” Shoekki asked. “I think it was around then.”

“‘69,” their grandfather replied. “That was the last time we came here. Your grandmother and I haven’t been back until today.”

The pain never goes away. Even for them. He felt a deep chill in his bones not brought on by the wind. Why doesn’t it ever get easier?

“There. See?” Grandma said, gesturing. “You wrote your initials. Remember?”

“I’ll never forget,” Shoekki said, his voice deepening.

Then they came upon the rock, and after his grandpa pointed it out, Ryori beheld what had been etched into it: ‘Y F T K S R 769’. Without warning, the memories flooded back. He bent over, Ledas preventing him from falling, and he remembered the smell of the grass and the salt winds, standing there with a proud look (ever so pleased with himself), a rock in his hands as he etched his initial at the end of the line, behind Shoekki. His father had placed his hands on his shoulders, hoisting him up. He had seen Hosomaki from its peak. His father had spun him around, laughing, and he remembered the rush through his hair, seeing the island from every direction, deep and dark and blue, and the feeling had been grounding as much as it had been isolating and comforting. He’d never forget the beauty. His mother had ruffled his hair as his feet had touched the ground, and he remembered that ancient feeling of happiness, buried and long untapped, that pang of real love, and how the present was a pale imitation. How he wished to go back.

Grandpa knelt in the grass, finding a rock of appropriate proportions before handing it to Shoekki. “Do the honors.”

He scratched his ‘S’ into the stone before giving it to Ryori. He did what he knew he had to do. His grandparents added their first name initials. Jia came next, then Ledas. Finally, Grandpa wrote ‘776’ below the etchings. He stood back, casting the stone aside. They gazed upon the boulder. Ledas threw an arm around him. Goosebumps pricked up on his skin. No, it’s not a pale imitation. Our love will never die, but I’ll never forget. Never. He rested his head against Ledas’ shoulder. No words needed to be spoken. He knew. Couldn’t express how much that meant. Life goes on. I won’t give up, won’t let the past sink me. I’ll make my parents proud by proving I’m worthy. I’ll do my best.

Notes

Characters

Spoilers

Main characters Secondary characters Tertiary characters Main characters Cast Ep. 1 2 3 4 5 Jia 5 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ Ryori 5 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ Ledas 5 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ Secondary characters Cast Ep. 1 2 3 4 5 Shoekki 5 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ Nhobusa 3 ✔ ✘ ✔ ✔ ✘ Vestigia 4 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✘ Zeshmedinokov 3 ✔ ✘ ✔ ✔ ✘ Chervil 4 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✘ Mr. Ohano 5 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ Rambutala 3 ✔ ✘ ✔ ✔ ✘ Mrs. Ohano 4 ✘ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ Tertiary characters Cast Ep. 1 2 3 4 5 West City pedestrians 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Bulma 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Chiaki 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Chiwan 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Hachi 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Azashi 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Tabashi 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Ippi 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Chervil's tribe 4 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✘ Old fishermen 1 ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ Crimson Fingers natives 5 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ Tourists 5 ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ ✔ Dragons of the Dawn 2 ✘ ✔ ✘ ✔ ✘ Morucan 1 ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ Tresparson 1 ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ Unnamed pirate crew 1 ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ Tarrago 1 ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ ✘ Hosomaki village chief 2 ✘ ✔ ✔ ✘ ✘ Kenpichi 1 ✘ ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ Machiburo 1 ✘ ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ Unnamed cashier 1 ✘ ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ Crimson Fingers chief elder 1 ✘ ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ Debu Debu 1 ✘ ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ Kebab enthusiast 1 ✘ ✘ ✔ ✘ ✘ New Red Ribbon Army soldiers 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ ✘ John Edward Melendez 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ ✘ Bobo 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ Raskintown facepainters 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ Happu 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ Popuro 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ Unnamed fishing crew 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ Unnamed fishhead enthusiast 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ Unnamed couple 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔ Curly-haired man 1 ✘ ✘ ✘ ✘ ✔

Timeline placement

Monkeyboy's First Vacation begins on June 5, Age 776 and ends on June 15, Age 776.

Trivia

• The first scene of this story takes place between scenes 3 and 4 of A Quest for Booty chapter 5 (occurring on the same day as scenes 4, 5, and 6) The rest of Monkeyboy's First Vacation unfolds two days after the end of AQFB.
• This story serves as an epilogue to the New Red Ribbon Army plotline in the West City Saga of Dragon Ball: Heart of the Dragon.
• Every character who dies in this story is killed by Ledas.
• Tansei is the only island in the Crimson Fingers not visited during this story.
• Ohano's and Mr. Ohano first appeared in Blue Wolf, a one-shot I wrote in 2021.
• Ryori is the point-of-view character with the most scenes. He has 10 pov scenes; Ledas has 9; Jia has 3; Nhobusa has 3.
• Ledas, Ryori, and Shoekki receive their age-adjusters in the first chapter. Shoekki wears his for the rest of his life, whereas Ledas only wears his while not in combat. Ryori rarely wears his.
• Ryori is revealed to suffer from seasickness during this story.
• The seasickness tonic Mrs. Ohano created to help Ryori was based on a recipe Johann Dietz shared in his book, Master Johann Dietz, Surgeon in the Army of the Great Elector and Barber to the Royal Court.
• Chervil's tribe consists of the remannts of the Makyan forces Garlic's ancestors brought to Earth hundreds of years before the start of Dragon Ball.
• Morucan and Tresparson originally appeared and died in Three Foolish Monkeys as agents working in the New Red Ribbon Army. After I made that story non-canon in June 2024, I reurposed them for Monkeyboy's First Vacation.
• Ledas' encounter with the Dragons of the Dawn in chapter 2 foreshadows their role in Nir's life in Dragon Ball: Heart of the Dragon.
• Ledas makes Ƶ22,000,000 off Makyan bounties during this story, although the number should've been Ƶ37,000,000 if the bodies of all the Makyans he killed had been cashed in.
• The Duke of the Docks is a parody of John Edward Melendez, a no-talent alcoholic deadbeat loser who refers to himself as the Duke of the Dabbleverse in real life. Johnny boy is a habitual rake-stepper and self-confessed cocaine and Reddi-whip can connoisseur. When he's not getting fired from elementary school substitute teaching gigs for doxing his students while in zoom traffic court, he can be found sitting in his roach-infested hovel reading $2 superchats insulting him on his daily livestream. He claims to have a 165 IQ, which is more than twice his actual IQ. Wetbrain constantly threatens lawsuits against those making fun of him, though he has yet to file any (dey're comin' down da pike, just wait!). His three children want nothing to do with him, the eldest refusing to invite him to her wedding and the youngest refusing to invite him to his high school graduation. Shaped like a sack of potatoes, John claims to be in the best shape of his life, routinely threatening to beat people up (Youtube's terms of service). He is the picture of health and success and that's a fact, Jack.
• The closure of the Kedarake Observatory on Asazari following the events of chapter 4 caused a severe reduction in tourists and profits throughout the Crimson Fingers until August Age 777. In the immediate aftermath, King Furry reassigned operatives from other royal zoos to the wildlife preserve and had to establish an entirely new team to man the island once it was up and running again, costing billions of zeni.
• The conversation between Ledas, Ryori, and the curly-haired man in the fourth scene of chapter 5 is based on a real conversation I had with an older gentleman (one of my drivers) I work with.