In 1998 the Fox television network began broadcasting a new
fantasy series called "Brimstone". Sadly, despite vigorous
protests from the series' many fans, the show was canceled after
only thirteen episodes. I was one of those fans, and I was very
sad to see the show end so quickly. This story of mine was
inspired by the idea that Ezekiel Stone and Vampire Miyu have
essentially the same job description. It was also prompted by my
desire to create some sort of tribute or requiem for a show that
I felt deserved better treatment from the network executives.

I do not assume any knowledge of either Brimstone or Vampire
Miyu in this story, though obviously people who are familiar
with both will get more from it. This story follows the
continuity of the Vampire Miyu OAV series, not the TV series.
Those of you who are familiar with these shows, especially
Brimstone, will not be surprised to be told that this story
deals with themes of faith and redemption. I am not an adherent
of any particular religion, and those expecting this story to
fit neatly within any given system of belief will be
disappointed. I'll give this a PG-13 rating for violence and
adult content.

A note about punctuation: I use /this/ to indicate where italics
would be, I just got tired of my spell-checker choking on the
asterix. I still use double asterix for telepathic communication
(you'll see).

The Brimstone television series was produced by Peter Horton for
Warner Brothers Television, and broadcast in North America by
Fox Television Network. The Vampire Miyu comic was created by
Narumi Kakinouchi, the OAV based on her comic is distributed in
North America by AnimEigo. All the normal fan fiction
disclaimers apply.

Ken Wolfe   Ken_Wolfe@mbnet.mb.ca   July 1999



Heaven can Wait



It was so perfect it was a sin just to watch it. Bottom of the
ninth, two outs, bases loaded, Yankees trailing by two runs. The
best the Yankees had to offer stepped up to the plate. He was
facing a pitcher who had never, ever struck him out and they
both knew it, you could see it in their eyes. If Ezekiel Stone
had been in the habit of biting his nails, his fingers would
have been bleeding by now. He leaned forward, quivering,
squinting at the fuzzy image on the little TV, in great danger
of falling right out of the threadbare armchair. The pitch came
and the TV switched channels.

Which could only mean one thing. Another visitation by the Devil.

"Damn it!" Ezekiel's head snapped around left, then right. There
he was, standing not three feet away, holding the remote and
watching the TV with casual interest. Ezekiel shot out of his
chair and snatched the remote from the Devil's hand. "Give me
that!" He aimed it like a gun and punched the channel button,
even though deep down he knew it was futile. The channel changed
but the program did not. He tried a different channel, then back
to where the game was supposed to be. All the same, some samurai
drama subtitled in English, probably on one of the Asian ethnic
channels. The bastard was messing with the TV again. Ezekiel
threw down the remote in disgust, having at least the presence
of mind to throw it onto the - let us be charitable - the 'soft'
cushion of the armchair. "You know, your sense of timing is a
wonder to behold."

"Timing is everything, Ezekiel," the Devil said cheerfully,
ignoring Stone's sarcasm. He was looking very dapper today, in a
dinner jacket with white tie no less. He should have been
sweating in that, but of course he was not. Neither was Ezekiel,
despite the wretched heat in this old building. One of the
benefits of being dead. "Besides," the Devil continued, taking
on a smug, fatherly tone, "You really do need to expand your
horizons. So much spare time on your hands, and all you can
think to do is watch baseball, and only Yankee baseball at that."

"It's Sunday," Ezekiel growled in his gravely voice. He wasn't
going to give the bastard the satisfaction of being begged to
set the TV right again... but damn it all anyway! "Even your
boss rested on Sunday."

The Devil smiled at the barb. "You have many miles to go before
you sleep, Ezekiel, many miles to go before you sleep."

"You dressed up and came all the way up here just to remind me
of that? I'm touched."

The Devil looked hurt. "I'm here to help you, Ezekiel! I could
have just left you up here to do the job all by yourself, you
know. But no, I take the time to come visit you whenever I see
you stumbling or falling astray. When it looks like you need
encouragement or guidance or just somebody to tell your troubles
to, I'm right here at your side. You should show a little
gratitude," he chided.

Ezekiel ignored him and walked over to the kitchenette to get a
beer. He didn't need one, he never did, not really. But right
now he sure felt like one. "Fine, tell me where I can find the
next lost soul you want me to hunt down for you."

"Ezekiel..." the Devil scolded, sounding very disappointed. "I
can only do so much for you, I'm a very busy man."

Ezekiel opened his beer, took a swig and waved the bottle
towards his companion. "Looks like you're all set for a relaxing
night on the town."

The Devil's long face brightened. He posed proudly. "You like
it? I'm off to a night at the theater. A disgruntled, washed-up
actor who was turned down for even a bit part is going to show
up with an assault rifle. Wouldn't want to miss it."

Stone knew it wouldn't work, but he had to try. "Oh yeah? What
play are you seeing?" he asked in a casual tone.

The Devil gave Stone his /oh, please/ smile. "Never you mind,
you can read about it in the paper tomorrow if you're that
interested. But I wasn't lying when I said I'm here to help you.
Here..." he pulled something out of his breast pocket and laid
it down on what passed for a dining table in this place. "Not
that I'm trying to encourage your destructive recreational
eating habit or anything, but as you said, it is Sunday and
maybe you do deserve a treat. Think of it as my attempt to help
you expand your horizons."

Stone stepped over and picked up the little piece of paper with
the hand that wasn't holding his beer. "Coupon for... an
okonomiyaki lunch? So what exactly is-" He looked around the
room. "Damn, I hate when he does that," he muttered. Well, now
that he was gone maybe the TV would work. He tossed the coupon
back onto the table and went to get the remote. He hit the
button and some samurai big-shot in a burning room getting ready
to cut his belly open was replaced by an outfielder catching a
fly ball and throwing his fist up in triumph. The word 'replay'
flashed on the screen. "Aw, shit! Shit! Triple shit!" He stabbed
down on the power button and tossed the remote onto the end
table in disgust. He had hit the channel return button by
mistake. Mister samurai big-shot was doubled over, no doubt with
a knife in his guts. His retainers were all crying like babies
while the room burned down around them. Another twisted soul
sent screaming into hell.

Stone took a deep breath and sighed. "I've really got to stop
letting him get to me like this," he said to himself without too
much bitterness. Hopelessness. That was what the bastard was
really trying to encourage. He wanted Ezekiel to get the job
done, no doubt of that. It was any hope for the redemption that
lay at the end of that long road that he was trying to squash.
And he was good at it. Very good.

Gradually Stone's mind slipped into a place that came as
naturally as breathing to him, he started thinking like a cop
again. He had learned very early that the Devil's reputation as
the prince of lies was well deserved. But whatever he said he
was very anxious to see this job done, so he really did
sometimes leave clues that were marginally helpful. Okay,
samurai dramas and sukiyaki... or whatever in hell it was, he
didn't feel like walking over and picking up the coupon.
Something to do with Japan then. Well why not, he had already
hunted down a homicidal poet from Tang-dynasty China. With his
luck it was going to be a homicidal samurai or ninja or
something. Could be nasty. But then again, it couldn't be much
nastier than that Carthaginian had been. Or maybe it could. If
it was the first Emperor or something, it could be somebody who
had been in hell for a whole lot longer than Ezekiel had been,
maybe even longer than the Carthaginian. If he was lucky, it was
a more recent resident, maybe an officer during the Rape of
Nanking or something. Ezekiel smiled. That would actually be a
pleasure.

Ezekiel shook his head. Bad thought. If you ever start enjoying
it when you have to bring one down, you're done for. He had
known that even before he'd made his capital error, before he'd
done his time in hell. He was still a cop, he was just reporting
to a different department, that's all.

After a couple of hours surfing the news channels, he finally
found something interesting. He listened for a couple of
minutes. "That's gotta be it." He got up and stretched. "All
right, time to get back to work. No rest for the wicked."

*****

It was getting dark by the time Stone arrived at the Japanese
consulate. He was expecting it to look a little more...
Japanese. But it was thoroughly modern architecture, lots of
glass and concrete. Stone stepped up to the police line and
flashed his badge. The officer nodded, and Stone ducked under
the yellow tape barrier and headed for the front door. Nobody
ever bothered to look more closely at his badge, otherwise they
might wonder what a New York cop was doing in Los Angeles. If
they ever did any checking they might wonder what a dead New
York cop was doing wandering around Los Angeles large as life.
One cop actually had checked... but she hadn't been a real cop,
even before she had gone to hell. Stone hoped it wasn't her old
partner in charge here.

It wasn't. Stone just waltzed onto the crime scene like he
belonged there because that was the way to do it. His trench
coat sometimes raised eyebrows, less because of how threadbare
it was than because people wondered how he could wear that in a
Los Angeles summer and not even sweat. Let them wonder. He
spotted what looked like the detective in charge and wandered
over. "Evening."

The heavyset, black man with graying hair glanced up from his
notebook. "Evening."

"Detective Stone."

"Wilson." They shook hands.

"Just one body, I heard. That right?" Of course he had heard
nothing of the kind. Like everyone else who watched the news he
knew that there was a death at the consulate being investigated.
But it worked as an opener.

"Yeah. The Consul General. Over there." He pointed over to the
closet of the very nice, spacious private office. Presumably the
Consul's office. The coroner was doing his stuff, it looked like
they were just about done. Officers were still combing the site,
collecting all the microscopic specks of evidence that they
loved to feed to their shiny, expensive diagnostic equipment in
the crime labs.

It wouldn't be doing them much good in this case, Stone thought.
"How long's he been there?"

"Since yesterday. He always works late and doesn't like to be
disturbed, so he wasn't missed until this morning. His secretary
came in here this afternoon looking for something and noticed
the smell... then she looked in the closet."

The smell of voided bowels. So the perp had just killed him
quietly, stuffed him in a closet and walked out calmly enough
not to attract attention. "I'd like to have a look."

Wilson grunted his assent and went to confer with one of his
officers. Stone walked over and peered over the coroner's
shoulder from a respectable distance. Really ugly bruises on the
neck, and no large amounts of blood. Strangled or neck broken.
The Consul was a handsome Asian man, probably in his forties.
His tailored suit was hardly rumpled. Hadn't put up much of a
fight... more likely hadn't been given the chance. Stone took
one good long look at the room and wandered back over to Wilson,
waited for a moment when an interruption would be least
annoying. "What used to be in that case?" He pointed at a
display case on the wall behind the desk.

"Japanese sword. The secretary said a case for the Consul's
kendo stick was missing from the closet, he must have carried it
out in that."

"Is the sword an antique or something?"

"Sixteenth century they tell me."

File for future reference. "Valuable enough to kill for?"

"Not for monetary value. Impossible to sell at this point
anyway. Took his wallet too, strangely enough."

Stone got a sinking feeling. "He'd have his Japanese passport on
him, right?"

"His passport?"

"Maybe the perp was looking for somebody who resembles him,
somebody he could pass for." Or maybe he's a shape-shifter like
Ashur.

"A couple of people in the office figure they saw the guy. The
description is similar to the victim. Doesn't make much sense
though, you can get a fake passport just wandering the right
street corner."

True enough, though maybe the perp wasn't savvy enough with
modern crime to know that. But of course Stone couldn't say
that. "Maybe the perp offered to buy the sword from the Consul
first, then just flew off the handle and killed him instead."

Wilson sighed. Obviously Stone had put enough doubt in his mind
that he didn't want it said later he had overlooked this. He
made the phone call on his cellular and put a notice out on the
passport. By the time he was done there was a newly arrived
officer waiting to talk to him. "Sir, one of the girls thinks
she saw this guy come here earlier in the week."

"Fine. Let's go." The officer led Wilson over to another office
that had been turned into an interview room. Stone tagged along
unobtrusively. The witness was a very nervous-looking young
Asian woman in business dress who spoke her English with an
accent. Wilson reviewed with her what she had told the
officer... a man fitting the description had come in earlier in
the week seeking information about arranging travel to Japan.
She had given him the standard information on passports and
visas and he had left.

"Miss Ishigawa," Wilson said gently, using the name the officer
had provided him. "You must get people fitting this description
coming in every day asking for information. What made you think
this might be the man who came yesterday?"

The woman hesitated. She looked vaguely embarrassed as well as
being nervous. "I mentioned it just because he was unusual. He
spoke Japanese, but with a strange accent, like from the Edo
period." She flushed at the blank stares she got. "I mean, like
from a samurai drama. And he asked odd questions... he asked
about getting to Shiga prefecture but he used the old name for
it, Oni. And he just looked..." She averted her eyes and
shuddered. "Scary," she finished in a little voice.

Wilson just sat in his chair and eyed her impassively. "That's
all?"

"His name was unusual too."

That got Wilson's full attention. "You got his name?"

"It was easy to remember. The same as that famous daimyo from
the Warring States era." Again, the blank stares prompted her
blush to deepen. "He said his name was Oda Nobunaga. Uh, Oda
would be the family name."

"Thank you for clearing that up for me," Wilson said in a voice
that was just a little too weary to be polite. "Miss Ishigawa,
I'd like to take you down to the station and get a police artist
to take your description of the man. I'd like that to be
tonight. Think you're up to it?" She nodded. "Good. Sergeant,
see to it. Thank you, Miss Ishigawa, you've been very helpful.
Please excuse me." He got up and left the office.

Stone walked with him back to the crime scene. "That name mean
anything to you?" Stone asked.

"Not a thing. Could be some nut case. Japanese militarist or
something. Could be a political thing. Christ almighty." His
cellular rang and he snapped it up quickly. "Yeah?" He listened
for a few seconds then stopped dead in his tracks. "When?... No,
that's okay, I'll call you back." He snapped the little phone
shut. "Shit!"

"Somebody used the passport." Stone didn't bother making it a
question.

"Plane landed in Tokyo an hour ago. Damn it all to hell!"

Yeah, Stone thought. That about sums it up.

*****

Stone waited at the back of the church until the service was
over. He sat quietly in the last pew of the big old steepled
church hall while the people who actually had a right to be here
filed out. The priest stood there in the entryway, greeting each
celebrant and shaking each hand. Stone had never seen anyone not
shake his hand on the way out. Somehow, when a blind man stands
with his hand extended, walking by without shaking it simply
isn't an option.

When the last worshipper had left, Stone got up and walked over
to the priest. He inclined his head towards Stone, his keen
hearing alerting him to the presence. "Hello, Father," Stone
said.

Father Horn's face lit up. "Ezekiel!" He stepped forward and
Stone stepped into his embrace. "It's been a while!"

"I know," Ezekiel said. "My last case kept me pretty busy. I
only finished it off a couple of days ago. And I'm already on my
next."

The old black man stepped away from Stone and gazed out towards
him with his white, sightless eyes. "You sent another soul on
its way?" he asked solemnly.

"Yes, Father."

"Come, let us pray."

Ezekiel indulged his friend. He even knelt at the altar beside
the old man. But he had nothing to say, not in this place. His
own judgment was already past and gone, he already knew that he
had been found wanting. It was far too late to pray for
forgiveness now. He did not need to ask God what his road to
salvation must be, his path was written in the names tattooed
over his body. His road to heaven lay across a very specific
body count.

Besides, he knew exactly where these lost souls were going back
to. He had been there himself, after all. Ezekiel imagined that
for him to try and pray for their souls would be pointless at
best, an affront at worst.

They moved to Father Horn's office, an old room full of leather
books and leather chairs that had a not unpleasant smell of age.
Father Horn spent a while telling Ezekiel all about what had
been going on in his parish. Ezekiel was happy to mostly just
listen to matters of church picnics and bake sales for a while.
It was nice to hear his friend speak of people who had real
lives. Who were really alive.

Like Stone, Father Horn had moved to his new parish from New
York just a few months ago. Stone had never asked about it, but
he felt certain that Horn had asked for the move, had somehow
arranged to follow Stone here.

Stone had told him the whole story, back in New York. I'm the
most decorated cop in the history of the NYPD. I killed the man
who raped my wife. Two months later I died and went to hell.
Fifteen years later, there was a jailbreak in hell. One hundred
and thirteen of the most vile creatures who ever existed escaped
to walk the earth again. The Devil wanted them back. So he found
the best cop in hell and made a deal with him. You bring them
back to me and maybe, just maybe, you won't have to come back
here again. It was an offer I couldn't refuse.

Stone still marveled at how Horn had accepted the story so
easily. He wondered at the sort of faith a man would need to
believe a story like this. Stone had seen the fire and brimstone
with his own eyes, had felt its power. Horn simply accepted
without seeing. Needs must, perhaps.

When he felt the time was right, Stone said what he came to say.
"Father, I wanted to let you know. I'll be leaving Los Angeles
sometime soon, I'm not sure when I'll be back."

"You're going back to New York?"

"No, the other way. I'm going to Japan."

"Japan?" Horn looked to be very disturbed by this. "Ezekiel, has
*he* told you to go there?"

"Not in so many words. He dropped hints, but I was able to
figure it out for myself. My next target flew to Japan
yesterday. I have to go after him."

Father Horn just nodded. He never asked for details about
Stone's targets, which Ezekiel was grateful for. It was an ugly
business, he didn't want to unload the sordid details on the
only friend who could really understand his position. "I suppose
it had to happen eventually, hadn't it?"

"I suppose so." They had spoken at length on this before. So far
all his targets had gone to ground either in New York or in Los
Angeles. Presumably the 'jailbreak' had dumped the lost souls
somewhere on the continental United States and they had
gravitated towards those places. They had chosen well, there
were probably no better places on Earth for refugees from hell
to lose themselves and blend in. Which said some rather
interesting things about these cities, to be sure.

"Will you be accompanying somebody from the LAPD?" Horn asked.

Ezekiel chuckled. "They're not sending anyone. They've just
warned Interpol that some unidentified homicidal maniac flew
into Japan yesterday with somebody else's passport. If he's as
smart as I think he is, he's gone to ground by now. They won't
find him, they don't even know what they're looking for." As if
I have a better idea, Ezekiel thought.

"So how are you going to get there?"

"I'll manage," Ezekiel said casually. In fact he had no idea how
he would get there. He had looked at flight prices in the paper
and could hardly believe what he saw. Even giving up
recreational eating altogether, it would be weeks before his
'allowance' could cover a flight to Tokyo.

Horn smiled that knowing smile that told Stone he had failed
miserably to hide what was bothering him. Without a word, the
old priest got out of his battered, creaking wood swivel chair
and walked over to the bookshelf behind him. He felt along the
shelf for a particular book and pulled the old leather-bound
volume out. He walked back to the desk, set it down and opened
it. Curious, Stone stood up to have a look, and suddenly
laughed. "Father, that's the oldest trick in the book." He
winced at his unintended pun.

"Hide in plain sight, Ezekiel," the blind man said, also smiling
now. A square hole had been cut in most of the pages, leaving a
small compartment.

Ezekiel's smile faded when he saw what Father Horn was pulling
out of the compartment. "Aw, no Father, you don't need to-"

The priest found Stone's had easily, raised it and firmly placed
the roll of bills into it. "This should help, Ezekiel."

"No, Father," Ezekiel pleaded. "This has got to be from your
parishioners. I can't-"

Horn rolled Ezekiel's fingers around the wad of bills and
squeezed his had firmly. "Always remember, Ezekiel," he said in
a tone that stopped Ezekiel's whining cold. "You are not doing
the Devil's work. At most, you are cleaning up his mess for him.
You are doing God's work. You always have been. Never, ever
forget that."

"Father..." Ezekiel sighed heavily. His imploring tone was gone
now. "I'll pay you back when I can."

Horn smiled. He clapped Ezekiel's hand. "I know you will,
Ezekiel. You always follow through on your promises, always do
your duty, always pay your debts. I am sure that is why God
chose you for this difficult work, Ezekiel. I am sure that is
why he is giving you a second chance."

"Thank you Father." There was nothing more to say.

*****

Stone walked into the lobby of the building he stayed at. As
usual it didn't exactly smell bad, it just smelled very, very
old. Which it was. Beggars and dead guys couldn't be choosers.

As usual his landlady was sitting behind the counter. The
incandescent glow reflected off her pale face showed that she
was messing with her computer, also as usual. She spotted him
and waved. "Hi Stone!" she said in her high, rough, cheery voice.

"Hi Max." Maxine was a skinny, vivacious woman just a little
younger than Stone... well, just a little younger than Stone had
been when he died. They had gradually become close friends since
he moved in here. Under different circumstances, he wouldn't
have minded if they had become an item. But he liked her far too
much to do that to her.

"You're keeping a little more civilized hours these days, you
been taken off the night shift?" she asked.

"I've been temporarily reassigned. In fact I need to talk to you
about that."

"Oh no! You're not moving out of LA, are you?" she whined.

"I said temporarily, didn't I? We just finished making the
arrangements. I'm flying to Japan tomorrow."

"Japan?" she squealed. "Japan? That is so cool! So what are you
doing, chasing down some Yakuza drug lord?"

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." The last part
the two of them said in unison, it was his standard issue reply
to any question he didn't have a good lie to cover for.

"How long?" she asked.

"It's sort of open ended. I know I'm paying rent by the month
but-"

"Jeez Stone, I know what cops make, where the hell do you spend
your money?"

This cop makes exactly thirty-six dollars and twenty-seven cents
a day... but Stone couldn't exactly say that. "I've got some
debts I'm still paying. I know it's a pain, but I can't really
afford to pay out more than I have to."

"Ah, forget it," Max said with a lopsided smile. "I know you're
good for it. Just pay me for this week. I'll put your TV in
storage and use the room for day rentals. It'll be ready
whenever you get back."

Ezekiel smiled warmly. "Thanks Max."

"But this means you have to take me out to dinner tonight. Don't
worry, just the usual place and we'll go dutch."

"Deal. You get off at the usual time?"

"You bet. Can you wait that long?"

He could wait forever, as far as food went. Literally. "Sure.
Say, in the meantime, could you look up some stuff in that
internet thing for me?"

Maxine beamed. She always enjoyed showing off her surfing savvy
to Ezekiel. "At your service. What can I do you for today?"

"I need you to look up a name for me. Oda Nobunaga."

Max had already done whatever it was she did to connect up. He
could hear her modem dialing the number. "Sounds Japanese, this
one of your perps? Don't you have police databases for this?"

"It's actually a historical figure, an old samurai or something.
One of the guys we're chasing used it as an alias. I want to see
if there's some reason."

"Ooooh," Max crooned. "Profiling, delving into the criminal
mind. Cool." She started typing. "That's Oda and Nobunaga, two
words, right? Spelled like it sounds?"

"I guess."

"'Kay, let's see what comes up. Hmmm... got some hits, must have
spelled it right. I'll look at the first one. Here we go, Oda
Nobunaga... 1534 to 1582. Was the first of the three unifiers of
Japan at the end of the Warring States period, was of middling
status in the feudal hierarchy, yadda yadda.... ooh, came to
control a third of Japan, then he died when some retainer
betrayed him. Don't it always turn out that way? Lesse... bunch
of details about the wars he was in... built some bigass
castle... converted to Christianity-"

"What?"

"Says right here. Wanna see?"

Stone sat down and read most of the rest for himself, with Max
doing the navigating. The more he read the more he was sure he
had guessed right. Nobunaga was the most ruthless warrior in the
bloodiest period in Japanese history. He burned down the holiest
Buddhist temple in the country, slaughtering all the monks. And
then he had turned around and got himself baptized... mainly
because he so despised the esoteric Buddhists he encouraged the
spreading of a rival religion. Taking the sacraments for all the
wrong reasons. There seemed to be a lot of legends about him
delving into sorcery - Max found some weird stuff about him
appearing in a few ultra-violent Japanese cartoons, where he was
usually at the head of some demon army. "Vlad the Impaler,"
Stone said half to himself.

"You mean Dracula? Yeah, sounds like this guy's in the same
league." Her voice lost just a bit of its chirpy bounce. "If
your perp really identifies with this creep, he must be a real
sicko." She put a hand on his shoulder and gave him that
lopsided grin he liked so much. "Watch your ass, okay?"

"I will." He had damned well better.

*****

"Yes... Hi. No... eeyay. Thank you... arigatow. You're
welcome... dow itashi, itashimis, itashi... oh hell." Stone
opened the little phrase book and started flipping.

"There is an easy way to remember that," the disturbingly perky
Japanese business man sitting next to him said. "My American
friends who are learning Japanese said so."

"Oh yeah?" Stone had been suffering the man's incessant attempts
to practice his barely serviceable English.

The man beamed. "Don't touch da mustache."

Stone thought about that. "Dou itashimashite. Yeah, that works.
Tha- Uh, arigato."

"Dou Itashimashite."

Stone hated airplanes at the best of times. The last twelve
hours had been agony, even for one who had experienced the
flames of hell itself. Middle seat on a 747. This joker to his
left, a lady with a squalling baby to his right. Absolutely
everybody smoked. The food was inedible. The movie was worse.
And whatever his body tried to tell him, when he landed it would
not be midnight, it would be high noon. At least that gave him a
whole day to find somewhere to stay while he got his bearings.
Then the real fun would begin.

Ezekiel was eagerly anticipating the end of this horrid flight,
but he was not looking forward to what came after. Back in New
York and Los Angeles he had been in his element, a cop on his
own turf, hunting down scumbags just like he had done in his
previous life. His real life. Here, he would be a fish out of
water. The thrice-damned language was the least of his problems.
though that was bad enough. All his years of training and work,
all the assumptions and instincts that he brought to his new
work... any part of it could be utterly wrong here, could be
worse than useless. Could kill him... again. Of course, in a way
that was par for the course. He had been forced to abandon a lot
of assumptions over the past few months. Many of his targets had
been centuries and continents separated from his world. Even in
life they would have been alien to him. He often thought their
time in hell was all he had in common with most of the things he
hunted. Hell had changed them all, made them harder, stronger,
in some cases nearly invincible.

The most ruthless dictator in this country's history was back on
his home turf, hardened and energized by four hundred years in
hell. And all there was standing between him and whatever he
intended to do here was this stupid bumbling gaijin tourist.
Ezekiel hoped they had beer over here, he sure could use one.

*****

Shinma Raiki took her prey by the arm and smiled sweetly. "Oh
come on, Kenji. My place isn't far, really."

She could hear the young man's heart fairly leap from his chest.
He had obviously not expected this, they had just met yesterday
after all. She could see and hear the blood surging through his
veins, driven by hormones and by fear. Both the scent of arousal
and fear were delicious, though the latter was somewhat
disappointing. She had thought this one might be made of sterner
stuff. No doubt he was nervous about the anticipated coupling
with a woman who he perceived as older and more experienced.

Right on both counts, but off by just a few centuries.

She led him down the dark streets of Nagoya, keeping up the
requisite stream of chatter. The city had changed much, since
the first time she had walked the earth. The clever little
humans had bred like locusts and covered the earth with their
works in the past four centuries. But in the past twenty years
she had staked out her hunting grounds, made them hers once
again.

The boy's trepidation was now being compounded by his growing
puzzlement. "Uh... are you taking a shortcut?"

"We don't need to, we're almost there." She had led him onto the
forested grounds that surrounded the shrine where she made her
nest. Away from the street lamps, he was probably having trouble
seeing. "Watch your step."

She suppressed a laugh as he bumped his foot into the step she
had just ascended. "Ow!" He looked up at the dark mass in front
of him. "Isn't this one of the shrines? Oh, I get it," he said
with relief. "This is the residence. You're a shrine maiden,
right?"

"This has been my home for a long time," she said by way of not
answering the question. She took his hand again and led him into
the building. At a wave of her hand they phased into the space
only she could access. Only then did she light the oil lamp that
had not been there a moment ago.

"Wow." He just stood and looked around while she lit the lamp at
the other side of the little room. It looked more or less like
the inside of the actual shrine, minus the most important holy
artifacts. There were just a few additions to make it more
homey. "This must be one of the buildings that's closed to the
public. I never thought anyone actually lived here."

Nobody did... at least not in the building everyone else saw.
"We make do with the space we have."

"That's a really exquisite cabinet," he said, trying hard to
sound like he would know.

He was making this far too easy. She had already decided that
his fear would be far more interesting than whatever his young
passion had to offer. But now she would hardly need to lift a
finger. "That's where I keep my collection. Would you like to
see?"

She was putting just a hint of the Shinma trill in her voice,
just enough to put him on edge. "Co-collection?" he stammered.

She gestured encouragingly. "Go ahead. Open it up."

He definitely knew that something was very, very wrong now. But
he was desperate to save face, so he hung on to the hope that it
was just his nerves and everything was really all right. He just
walked stiffly over to the massive antique cabinet, fumbled with
the latch and opened the doors wide. In the dim light they were
probably rather hard for him to make out. He leaned forward and
peered at them more closely. She heard him gasp. "My God!" He
took an involuntary step back.

He backed right into her and she wrapped her arms around him.
"Aren't they pretty?"

He was trembling violently. If not for her he might have
stumbled and fell. "Th-this is a joke right? They're not real,
right?"

"Of course they're real. Look." She reached forward and picked
up one of the vials, held it up so that he could see more
clearly. "This is one of my favorites. It's the most exquisite
shade of blue. I almost wish I'd saved the pair." Snuggled up
close behind him, she could see the side of his fear-stricken
face, could almost feel his ragged breathing. The eye of Kenji's
she could see was fixed on the thing floating in the little
glass tube she held inches before his face. /That is the one I
will take/. She put the vial back in its place and stepped back
away from him. This was always the most interesting point. The
ones she had not bedded were more likely to bolt. She felt
certain this one would.

He surprised her by  just turning around and staring at her. He
smiled, laughed nervously. "Come on, you're just trying to freak
me out, right?"

She laughed lightly. The men of this age could be so thick, so
utterly unwilling to listen to their own instincts. This one
knew, at the very core of his being, that he was in the presence
of something that preyed on his kind. But he had spent his whole
life being told that he was on the top of the food chain and
that nothing could unseat him from that lofty throne.

"Kenji, you are such a bore." She reached into his chest and
took a firm grasp of his heart. He gurgled and choked. His arms
flailed uselessly. His legs buckled, wracked by violent spasms.
She held him up easily, keeping him upright before her, keeping
those lovely eyes of his locked on hers while his lifeforce
flowed up her arm and into her body. She crooned as his essence
settled into her like a warm bath. He aged before her, his skin
withering and puckering, his whitening hair falling down to the
floor in fluttering cascades. Just as he was about to shrivel
into a desiccated corpse she reached out with her other hand and
plucked her prize from its socket. Moments later there was
naught left but his pitifully quivering heart, steaming and
shriveling in her palm. Then that too was dust. The dust itself
would soon be gone.

Raiki picked one of the vials from the cabinet, one that was
empty save for the clear fluid. She popped the lid with her
thumb. Carefully, she lowered the eyeball with its trailing
optic nerve into the vial, finally dropping it in and closing
the lid. She smiled. "I wish I could say you will be holding a
prominent position in my heart, Kenji." She placed the vial on
one of the lower shelves. That was for the quick kills that gave
her nourishment and a pretty prize but not much else. There had
certainly been more interesting catches over the years. Some had
merited careful stalking and coaxing that had lasted the better
part of a year rather than a mere day or two. Those were the
best. In fact she had a couple of prospects that she had been
working on for some time. They both looked promising. She spent
some time thinking on them, debating which one to pursue first.
She made a more or less arbitrary decision. But that would be
something for tomorrow, or maybe the day after, as the whim took
her. Right now, it was time to make her rounds, sniff out any
interlopers. So many of the others who had escaped were content
to just roam. But she had a firm sense of territory, and would
not tolerate it being violated. She phased out of her personal
space and into the real temple in preparation for venturing
forth.

A human was standing before the temple. She could feel his
presence, his gaze. Powerful, unafraid. Instantly her hackles
went up. Humans never came here at night. Something was wrong.
Feeling suddenly angry, Raiki threw the door aside and stepped
out onto the shrine entranceway. She stood transfixed, overcome
by shock and utter disbelief.

The slender, handsome man in the tailored business suit smiled
at her. "I thought you might still be lurking here, Raiki-kun."
He laid the katana he was carrying against the railing that
surrounded the little shrine building. "This was the place I
found you, after all."

"Nobunaga-dono," Raiki whispered.

"Ah, so you do recognize me. Am I much changed from before?"

"No," she managed to say, still recovering from her shock. But
that was a lie. He looked the same, exactly the same. But there
was something different... no, something *more*. His essence was
blinding, like it had been refined and purified and left to
harden for half an eternity. "Nobunaga, how?"

He chuckled, his eyes danced playfully, mocking her. He spread
his arms out. "What is this Raiki-kun, are you not happy to see
me?"

She leapt at him, all thought of caution dashed. He received her
headlong rush with ease. Her mouth clamped over his and her arms
crushed him to her with bone-crushing force. She had killed many
a human with less... but she knew now with absolute certainty
that he was no longer a mere human, that for him this was the
mere love-tap she had intended it to be. Far from having the
life crushed out of him, he simply responded in kind, feeding on
her presence as she fed on his.

After a long while she gazed into his dark eyes again, eyes now
so full of power it was dazzling. "Nobunaga, where have you
been?"

He slapped her bottom hard. "Shame on you Raiki, you've grown
disrespectful. That's no proper greeting."

That brought a smile to her lips. "Nobunaga-dono, my one and
only, my lord and master, would it be indelicate for your
lordship's unworthy servant to inquire as to her master's
whereabouts these past four hundred years?"

Nobunaga laughed heartily and they kissed again, this one a mere
signature placed on the last. "If you must know, I've been in
hell," he said brightly.

"You've returned from Jigoku?" she asked, hardly believing it
could be true.

"No, the other one."

That took a moment to click. "The storm-god's hell.... no, the
one ruled by his fallen lieutenant."

"The very one."

She held him at arms' length and looked him up and down. "It has
done wonders for you, my lord. But I can see how agonizing it
must have been, can see it in your very bones." Her red lips
spread in a grim smile. "You must regret it, converting to that
occidental religion."

He snorted. "It was far from the worst place I could have ended
up."

"How is it you are back?" she asked, still marveling at this
miracle.

"I allied myself with a hundred of the most powerful spirits
there and we made our escape. I had a difference of opinion with
the ringleader so we went our separate ways. I had to come all
the way from America in one of those great metal birds."

"Airplanes."

He tweaked her nose playfully. "I /know/ what they are called,
woman."

Raiki shook her head in wonder. "The world has changed much,
hasn't it my lord? Did you learn of what has happened here?"

Nobunaga's face became frighteningly grim. "Yes. The wars ended
soon after I was betrayed. That whelp Ieyasu won the Shogunate
for the Tokugawa family, by vile trickery. What an utter
travesty! The idiots did nothing with the powers they had won!
Two hundred years wasted! I did more for this country in twenty
years than they did in two hundred. They took all my work and
just threw it away."

"There has been none worthy to lead them, my lord. When you
tried to share your vision with them they betrayed and murdered
you. Perhaps they deserve no better."

Nobunaga shook his head. "I was betrayed by a lazy, posturing
bureaucrat. The people do deserve better. Look at what has been
done to them now. The lowest of the low, the merchant class,
rules in our place!"

"I too have been very disappointed by what I found in this new
age."

Nobunaga's expression softened, and he stroked her cheek. "And
what of you, my pretty spirit woman? How have you passed the
centuries?"

"I was lost when I heard of your betrayal and death." Which was
true. It had been exhilarating to find a human worthy of being
treated as her equal. It had been devastating to lose him. "I
looked for you... I know it was madness, human spirits have so
many resting places, it was hopeless. But I really didn't care.
In that state I was easy prey for the Guardian."

Nobunaga frowned. "The Guardian sent you back? Yet you are here."

"Twenty years ago the masters came to baptize a new Guardian.
But she ran, had to be hunted down. Before she took on her
mantle many of us escaped."

"So you escaped the darkness a second time. Clever girl."

Raiki smiled. "It was easy this time, for those of us who were
ready. We just walked through the gate."

"This new Guardian must have been severely punished."

"The masters tasked her with hunting us down. But she is a
stripling, hardly more than a child. Even now she looks so, the
masters stopped her time."

"She has come after you?"

"No, I hear rumors. Her name is Miyu. Some say she has become
quite capable," Raiki said grudgingly. "But she is still a
child. If she can do it at all it will take her centuries." She
grinned. "A very long time for me to have a great deal of fun."

Nobunaga chuckled. "I heard tales of one who is tasked to hunt
us down as well. It seems we are both hunted fugitives." He did
not say it with much seriousness or concern.

"I am so glad you have returned to me," Raiki said. The hands
she had been lightly holding him with pulled him closer. "This
world has shone much less brightly without you."

He kissed her again. "And I am delighted that I have found you,
my love. Now we can continue the work we began all those years
ago."

She raised an eyebrow. "You mean to rule this land again?"

"I mean to lead my people to their rightful destiny. There is
much lost time to make up for, much work to be done."

"The people are not what they were," Raiki cautioned him. "They
worship naught but their own clever philosophies, think only
their machines can make them gods. They could not conquer any of
the demon realms, they do not even believe in them."

"That will change, once I have the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi."

Raiki's eyes went wide with wonder. Her intake of breath was not
quite a gasp. "You still mean to find it?"

"I already have. Or at least I know one of two places where it
would be."

Raiki knew what he was talking about. There were two artifacts
claimed to be the Sword of Billowing Clouds. "But those are said
to be replicas, my lord."

"So it was said in my day. But I know the aristocrats, know how
they think. Their minds are greasy, but their hands are like
glue. They would never let such a treasure slip from their
grasp. One of them is the real one, and I will know it when I
hold it in my hand." He held her closer and grinned. "Only one
who has been touched by a god could know its true value, could
bring out its power."

Raiki returned his smile. "I am Shinma my lord, both God and
Demon. You have been touched by both the darkness and the light.
What sort of path will you lead your people down?"

"I mean to cast beams of light into the shadows and reveal what
is there. I mean to break down the walls between the realm of
man and the realms of the spirits. Whether as friends or allies
or rivals or enemies I mean to engage the demon worlds, to make
them part of our world. Though we may be crushed by them we will
learn from them, become stronger. Only that way can my people
achieve their destiny."

This was what had drawn Raiki to him, this was what had made her
pledge herself to him. In all her centuries in the world of the
Shinma and the world of man, never had she seen one so capable
of rattling the cosmos to its very foundations.

She grinned. "Sounds like fun."

*****

You hear the most interesting things on the grounds of a middle
school. Miyu had discovered this a long time ago. Her fellow
students were at the age where they were sophisticated enough to
understand much of what happened in the adult world. But they
were not yet at the age where they had learned to hide their
opinions for reasons of politic or propriety. The world was an
open book for them, and they had not yet found all the reasons
their parents and teachers found for closing the book. Just
sitting quietly and listening to the conversations in a
classroom between classes, in the hallway or on the grounds, she
could here more candid talk of what was going on in the world
outside than she could get from any of their parents' mammoth
news distribution empires. Here is where she would hear very
interesting things, hear things that might warrant her attention.

Like she was hearing right now.

"My uncle knows one of the priests who work at the Atsuta
temple," the boy said. "He says that's the real
Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi. It's a designated national treasure, you
know."

"So's the one in the Imperial Palace," his companion retorted.
"I bet it really was stolen, that's why they're not saying much
about it."

"What was stolen?" a third boy said, wandering into the group.

"Nothin'. There was just a thing in the paper yesterday, a
security guard died in the Imperial Palace. They're saying it
was just an accident or something, but my cousin in Tokyo heard
a couple of other guards are missing. And he heard the dead one
was found near where they keep the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi."

"The replica of the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi," the first boy
corrected him.

"So if it was stolen what are they displaying there now, another
replica?"

"Stupid, it's not on display. It's part of the Imperial Regalia.
Nobody but the guards and the Imperial Family sees it."

"What are you talking about? That's the
Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi. We learned that last week." He
turned to Miyu, who was listening more openly now. "Miyu, you're
in my class, isn't the sword in the Imperial Regalia called the
Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi?"

Miyu smiled and stepped closer. How standards had fallen since
her day, she had learned this in grade school. "The
Grass-cutting Sword and the Sword of Billowing Clouds are one
and the same. It was called Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi when the
goddess Amaterasu passed it to her grandson, and when he passed
on to the first emperor. It later took the name
Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi when it was used by Takeru Yamato in one of
his campaigns to subjugate the Ainu. It is said to have been
lost at sea during the Battle of Dan-no-Ura in 1168. If that is
so then both the sword in the Imperial Palace and the one here
in Nagoya are replicas."

"Well my grandpa says the one in the Imperial Palace is the real
one," the second boy said defensively, obviously regretting that
he had asked.

Each generation believes what best suits them. "If somebody
stole all three components of the Imperial Regalia, legend says
that would give them the power to lay claim to the throne," Miyu
observed.

"Yeah, big deal," the third boy said. Like many boys his age he
was a dedicated skeptic. Especially when it came to anything his
parents told him he needs to respect. Or anything one of the
girls might suggest. The conversation went on to different
matters and Miyu silently bowed out. She walked out of the
classroom and out into the hall, giving thought to what she had
heard. She was always sensitive to stories of people vanishing
without a trace, especially in the vicinity of ancient places or
artifacts of power. It was only rumor, but suddenly she was
smelling Shinma again. Worth looking into. If nothing else a
change of scenery would be nice. The prey here was proving very
elusive, and Nagoya was far from being her favorite city.

Miyu made her way out onto the school grounds. She had almost
made it to her private place when he spotted her and waved. She
stopped and waited as he trotted over, not letting her annoyance
show. It was not with him she was annoyed but with her own
involuntary carelessness. She could have made herself
effectively invisible, made it impossible for him to notice her.
But some part of her had not wanted that, which was what Miyu
found annoying.

Kazuya was in his soccer gear. He was still flushed from the
noon practice she knew he had been doing. To her vampire eyes he
was glowing, fairly bursting with lifeblood. Little tendrils of
hunger trickled through Miyu's own veins. "Hi Miyu. Where are
you off to?"

"Just out for some air. I was watching you, from the window."
Which was true. He was a pleasure to watch at play, strong for
his size yet quick and graceful.

He looked pleased. "I think the team's shaping up a little
better now."

"They're lucky they have you to show them how it's done."

Kazuya just smiled, taking the compliment gracefully. "I'm glad
I caught up with you. I wanted to ask you to stay after class
today."

"Algebra?"

"Yeah. I could use some help."

"Sure." He didn't really need her help, not unless he was trying
to challenge her position at the top of the class. Which he was
not. He had a passion for excellence, but not for competitive
reasons. No, his motivation for asking her was very obvious.

"Thanks, Miyu. Want to go get a drink?"

She wrinkled her nose. "I think your next stop should be the
shower room, Kazuya-kun," she said playfully.

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. See you at the library at five?"

"Okay." She watched him jog towards the gymnasium. He had been
pursuing her for some time now. That was not unusual, she always
attracted the boys' attention. That was mostly how she obtained
the blood she needed. This worked fine as long as she was seen
to be unattached, available. Of necessity, she had to decline
offers of long-term attachment.

Except, of course, for those who became part of her world
permanently.

Mostly she sought out those who were unhappy, especially those
who were lonely. By now she could spot them a mile away. They
were always ready to accept her, as a friend, as a girlfriend,
as a senpai, as a little sister... whatever it was they needed.
By the time she told them what she was, they welcomed what she
had to offer, oftentimes begged for it. An eternal dream where
they were no longer sad or lonely.

But Kazuya was different. He had pursued her from the day she
arrived. Not aggressively, but relentlessly. He was neither sad
nor lonely, Miyu could not recall ever encountering a soul that
was so contented and yet so eager to expand. What she could
offer him would be of no interest, no eternal dream could ever
tempt him.

But it was not a dream he sought from her. He had fallen in love
with her.

Miyu sighed. "Dear me, what am I to do?" It was not a glib
question. She liked Kazuya, enjoyed his company. If she really
were what she appeared to be, they might have actually become
the soul-mates he clearly thought they should become. But she
was bonded to another, both by duty and by love.

Miyu walked into the trees that shaded one side of the school
yard. Here, unobserved, she phased into her private space. He
was waiting for her. **You are troubled,** he said without
preamble. **The boy still will not be discouraged?**

Miyu floated up and perched on a branch of one of the gnarly,
lifeless trees that filled her dark, misty realm. Her school
uniform was gone now, replaced by the short white kimono and
wide red sash that she had come to think of as her working
clothes. "I made the mistake of letting it show, how fond I am
of him. Do you think I'm being sentimental, Larva?"

Even though she was high in a tree, the impossibly tall Shinma
was close to being at eye level with her. Would be, if he had
eyes that anyone could see. **You feel badly that you cannot
return his love, not in the way he wants. There is no shame in
that.**

"Maybe I should try to play matchmaker. Akiko would be good for
him."

**He will still be in love with you.**

"That will fade in time. It always does, despite what all the
songs say." She had spent twenty years in an environment where
she could observe young love every day, she knew just how
fleeting it could be. Miyu often wondered if the Shinma masters
really understood what they had done to her, freezing her body
in its current state. However old she became, the only place she
could fit in would be among those who had just begun to emerge
from their childhood.

**That love fades makes it no less precious.**

Miyu smiled, remembering what the child she used to be had said
about the sea she loved so much. It was its ever-changing vista,
the fleeting existence of every wave, that made it beautiful and
wondrous. Anyway, this was not what she had come here to
discuss. "I'm going to Tokyo. It will probably be for just a
couple of hours, unless I find something really interesting." It
was understood that he would be accompanying her.

**You sense something?**

"Just a rumor. It could be nothing." With that, she floated down
from her perch and they made their way deeper into the realm of
the Shinma. There was but one gate between the human world and
the Shinma world, and save the masters themselves she and her
servant were the only ones who could pass freely through it. But
the gate was not so much a place as it was the intersection of
two fields. It touched on many places in the territory she
guarded, afforded quick passage between those many places. Much
quicker than the bullet train.

*****

"It's over that wall. Then over another. Then another."

Ezekiel shook his head. "This really is the Forbidden City."

"That's in China, man!" his companion said.

"Yeah, I know." Even if he could play cop like he did on the
other side of the pond, it looked like Stone wouldn't be getting
within a mile of the place. He wasn't sure why he was here.
Attacking the Imperial Palace sure sounded like something
Nobunaga would do. But like the rest of the tourists out here
today all he would be seeing was the outer garden of the Palace
grounds. Even these were only open once a week or so. They
looked pretty impressive. Made him wonder what the inner grounds
looked like.

Larry, the young man Stone had met at the cheap ryoukan he was
staying at, snapped another picture. "Betacam city today. All
the newsies getting pictures for the evening's conspiracy theory
programs. You should see the stuff, makes Hard Copy look like
the MacNeil-Lerher report. But this is nothing, I was here when
the sarin gas thing happened, that was a hundred times bigger.
It's all anyone was talking about."

It was the sensational reporting of the death at the Imperial
Palace and the subsequent rumors that had caught Stone's
interest. When Larry had told him that the outer gardens were
being open to the public today they both decided to come. Larry
had made trips to Japan before and knew a bit of the language,
so he was the next best thing to a native guide. He'd certainly
been a big help in learning how to survive out here. Stone had
even indulged in a little recreational eating. He had breathed a
very sincere prayer of thanks when he woke up his first morning
here to find three thousand six hundred and twenty seven yen in
his pocket. Enough to pay for his rent and not much else. It was
Father Horn who had figured out the significance of the number
represented by the money that appeared in Ezekiel's pocket each
morning. It was a Biblical reference, Ezekiel 36:27 "And I will
put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes,
and ye shall keep my judgments, and do them." He often wondered
whose idea that was, or whether it made sense to even ask the
question.

Ezekiel was glad for the local currency, but he really wished
the gun he had to leave behind in Los Angeles had also magically
appeared in his pocket. Oh well, different ground rules for a
different place. It wouldn't be the first time he'd found some
other way to take out their eyes and send them on their way.

He'd lost Larry again. Stone turned around, saw the bearded
young man taking a picture of some Japanese family with their
camera. He was always offering to do that. The shutter-happy
Japanese tourists were always giving him ample opportunity.
Stone just continued on his way. They would meet up again later.

Stone was watching the tourists much more than the scenery. Not
having much idea what Nobunaga might be up to, he was falling
back on standard practice. Everything he'd heard of Nobunaga
painted him as an arrogant, self-important man. He would despise
being in hiding, would /want/ to show himself. The next place he
showed himself might or might not be here, however. Last night
he and Larry and a couple of the other guests had been gathered
around a little dining table watching TV in the ryoukan's
cramped kitchen/lounge. Larry and others did spotty translations
of the tabloid style news program. There was mention of a sword,
and another version or copy or something of it. Down in Nagoya.
Stone would have to decide soon where he should be. If he
decided on Nagoya, Larry was saying hitchhiking in Japan was a
cinch. That was about the only option open to him.

Somebody was watching him.

He had become used to being stared at, especially by the girls
in their private school uniforms... no, not private school he
corrected himself. They all wore those here. Part of it might be
the trench coat, which would probably kill somebody who was not
already dead, in this muggy heat. Especially in subways, a lot
of the girls looked as if they were expecting him to open his
coat and wag his weenie at them.

But this one was different. Her observation was almost too
discreet to catch, not because she was shy but because she was
good. And she was alone, all the other students here were in
groups. Stone turned to face her, crossed his arms and gave her
his interrogation room look, interested to see what she would
do. She did not seem the least bit put off. Obviously seeing
that she had been found out, she simply approached closer,
giving him a better look at her. She was a very pretty girl,
with a petite but athletic build. Perhaps fourteen, though
something he couldn't put his finger on kept telling Stone that
she was older. Her hair was also unusual, it lay across her
shoulder in a very long loose braid held together by an
elaborately tied red ribbon. She stopped in front of him and
continued to regard him with those striking, lustrous brown
eyes, as if she were sizing him up. Stone began to wonder if he
was the object of some sort of game. Or maybe a dare, 'stare
down the Big Gaijin 'til he blinks'.

"You have the stench of death upon you," she said in perfect
unaccented English.

Stone blinked. /Huh/?

Her eyes narrowed. "Why are you here?"

Stone decided to just play along. "I'm looking for someone."

She raised an eyebrow. "Found someone you have I would say," she
replied, suddenly giving her voice a resonance that seemed far
too deep for that tiny throat to produce.

Stone chuckled. "Well, you got me there, Master Yoda."

She smiled. It looked like she understood the reference. "It's
no concern of mine," she said, her voice regaining its previous
soft silkiness. "Just remember, the Shinma are /my/ prey." She
turned around and walked away.

Stone stood watching her until she disappeared behind a stand of
trees. Well, that was certainly weird. The comment about death
had really thrown him for a loop. But maybe it had been a
practical joke after all.

Eventually he found Larry again. "You ever heard of a shinma?"

"Shinma?" He scratched his beard. "Nope. Just a sec." He pulled
the small but thick onion-paper soft cover dictionary he kept in
his big belt pouch and flipped through it. "Nope, don't see it
here. Lesse, what characters might that be. New... new what? No
wait a sec, maybe it's the character for God and then the 'ma'
in youma. Demon-god maybe."

As the day progressed, Stone found that he could not get the
strange encounter out of his mind. It wasn't until much later
that it dawned on him what else had been bothering him. He and
that girl were the only ones not sweating under the heat of the
noonday sun.

*****

Miyu continued to peer through the foliage, watching him from
her perch high in the tree. Larva had joined her now. They were
both ensuring that nobody would notice them, but being at least
partly hidden always helped.

**I sensed him too,** Larva said. **I sense dark power buried
deep within him. He has spent time in a place close to the
Abyss.**

"He is a dead thing. Or was. Something has brought him back. And
he has hunters' eyes. No human should have been able to sense me
watching them. I think he was not lying when he said he is
looking for somebody. But it is not a friend he seeks, it is
prey."

**What sort of prey, do you think?**

"Not Shinma, it looked as if he had never even heard of them.
And he is no vampire. Only the power of the Abyss animates him.
Could the Occidental Shinma do such a thing to a man?"

**I am quite sure they could not.**

"Then it's no concern of ours." She floated down to the ground
and brushed off her school uniform. "I'm going inside to have a
look." Larva would be standing ready to assist, there was no
need even to ask. Miyu made her way across the grounds again.
She had long since honed her ability to merge with the shadows.
She had little difficulty making her way to the inner sanctum of
the palace. But she still proceeded with caution. There were
creatures other than Shinma who could see through her spells. If
any of them were involved in this business, she needed to be
ready. For a while she wandered, watched, and listened. People
murmured and whispered in fear, telling things that absolutely
must not go any further. Miyu smiled. A secret was something you
told one person at a time. And there were secrets weaving their
way through the palace. A man with the bearing of a samurai lord
and the strength of a lion, a fox spirit in the shape of a
woman. Piles of dust where the guards had been, dust that faded
to nothing before your eyes. A heavy steel bolt cut through with
a /sword/. Maybe the monsters took /the/ sword? No, it was still
here. It had been moved downstairs.

Intrigued, Miyu made her way to the basement levels. She soon
found what she was looking for. A room full of books and papers
and antiques, a room for work, not for show. The aged man
working in this room radiated cultured arrogance. He was an
Expert, nay The Expert. He was bent over the table that occupied
the center of the room, examining the thing he had laid out
there with the help of spotlights and magnifying glasses. The
thing was a very ancient sword, its blade pitted and rusted with
age. It was of the short, straight double-edged variety that
predated the magnificent curved blades that had later become so
well associated with this country's sword smiths.

Miyu made herself visible to him. Before he could even react she
had paralyzed him with her golden eyes. "Why are you examining
this sword?"

"Cataloguing the damage," the man said in a slow, toneless
voice. His vacant eyes were locked with hers.

"How was it damaged?"

"It was drawn from its sheath," he continued, his solemn,
lifeless voice an interesting contrast to his wide, staring
eyes. "Then it was put back. It was not done carefully. The
blade is very old. Very brittle."

So. Somebody really had been interested in the sword. But they
had left it here. Somehow, they knew or thought they knew it was
a fake. Which probably meant they would seek the real one.
Conveniently, the most likely candidate was located back in
Nagoya.

Miyu passed her hand across the man's face. "Sleep, and forget."
He slept, and forgot.

*****

Miyu quite liked Atsuta shrine. The acres of ground were covered
with hundreds of centuries-old camphor trees. On a quiet,
moonlit summer night like this, the canopy of leaves spread by
the great, wide sprawling trees let just enough moonlight
through to bounce off the crushed rock pathways and bathe the
space under the leaves with a soft, silvery glow. Even if her
vigil turned out to be for naught, there were certainly worse
places to spend a night. Here, in the center of the grounds,
near the main shrine, the sounds of the surrounding city were
softened to no more than a gentle murmur, even to her keen ears.

Those keen ears suddenly told her that her long wait might not
be in vain after all. She stood up and hopped lightly from
branch to branch, the loose lower section of her white kimono
fluttering behind her legs. The ancient, twisted limbs did not
bend or creak, as if she were weightless. Larva floated beside
her. In this light he was naught but a dark, flowing shadow
punctuated by a white, gargoylish mask where his face should be,
and by bone-white hands. Miyu crouched down upon her new hiding
place and waited.

The people on the ground were being cautious, keeping to the
shadows cast by the great trees, so they were quite close by the
time Miyu got a good look at them. In appearance they were
unremarkable. The man was of medium height and slender build,
middle-aged but handsome and moving with youthful grace. Only
the incongruity of the stylish suit and the sheathed katana he
held was unusual. The woman was lovely. Her perfect mask like
model's face was framed with wavy black hair that cascaded down
her back. Her ample figure and long legs were shown off to good
effect by a clinging, short black strapless dress split up the
sides. The one unusual thing was that she went barefoot on the
rough ground, a fact that did not seem to be bothering her in
the least.

To Miyu's eyes they looked quite ordinary. But she knew there
was nothing at all ordinary about either of them.

**The dark energy the man radiates, we have seen this before.**

Miyu just nodded. She could sense it herself, all the way from
here. What the man she met in Tokyo had was nothing to this. Of
course Larva had not bothered to mention that the woman was
Shinma, that was plain as day. This was all very curious, but
Miyu had no time to think upon it any further. It was time to go
to work.

Miyu dropped down lightly to the ground in front of them, and
Larva floated down beside her. "I missed you at the Imperial
Palace," she said pleasantly. "But I saw the fake you so
casually tossed aside. So now here you are, looking for the
genuine article."

They had both gone into an alert crouch the moment she appeared,
the man's free hand going to the hilt of his sword in a move as
natural as breathing. The woman gasped, her face lit up by
sudden realization. "Miyu..."

The vampire grinned. She stared down the Shinma, locked eyes
with it. This was why she never attacked without warning. She
could not send them back to where they belonged until she had
met them eye to eye, had bored down into their souls, taken
their name from them. "It is time for you to go home." Miyu's
eyes narrowed and her smile broadened. "Shinma...Raiki."

Raiki clenched her teeth in anger. But Miyu could taste the
fear, however well hidden. The Shinma knew it was finished, knew
that the Guardian had the thing she needed to send the wandering
Shinma back to the darkness. But there was one little matter to
get out of the way first. Miyu turned to the man standing beside
her prey. "I have business with this person. It does not concern
you. Whatever relation you had with her is now over. You would
do best to leave while-"

He leapt forward with impossible speed, drawing his sword,
discarding the scabbard and bringing his blade back down in a
two-handed overhead cut all in one smooth motion. Acting on pure
instinct Miyu threw a fireball in his path. The quivering red
globe detonated upon striking its target. He flew straight
through the orange flames without even blinking and only Larva's
hand backed by a sparkling force shield that nearly shattered
kept Miyu from being cleaved in half. They both leapt back from
the swordsman but a howling Raiki fell on Larva like a
wolverine. She was in her true form now, raking him with long
claws on hands and feet, seeking to entwine him with prehensile
hair that had lengthened and gone white. Miyu leapt back again
but the swordsman pressed her hard, matching her every leap.
Whatever she did Miyu could not pull away long enough to mount
any counterattack, it was all she could do just to keep out of
his reach. She took a misstep... rather than interposing a tree
between them as she had hoped she crashed into its stout trunk,
stunning her. He was on her in a heartbeat, the fabric of the
kimono over her chest clenched roughly in his left hand, his
sword held across her throat. "Call off your guard dog,
vampire," he said in a voice that was surprisingly calm and
steady.

She met his eyes, stared him down. He just stared right back,
not even blinking. Not paralyzed. The blade started to cut.
"Right now."

"Larva!" she shrieked, eyes clenched shut, trembling with dread.
She could feel the power he put behind this blade he held, he
really could finish her if he chose.

She heard the swordsman cry out, there was pain and surprise and
seething anger in his voice. He let her go. She opened her eyes
just on time to see the swordsman cut the other man's arm off at
the elbow. It was the newcomer's turn to scream in agony. The
swordsman took a mere fraction to wipe blood out of his eyes,
there was a deep, ugly gash across his forehead. He drew back to
make the killing stroke. An instant before it would have
connected Miyu threw an invisible force blast that knocked him
back but did not make him fall. She locked her arm in front of
her and let off another, and another. He crossed his arms before
his face defensively, holding his ground, leaning into her
attack as if it were but a brisk head wind. She was doing no
more than holding him at bay, the moment she tired he would be
on her again, probably to finish her this time.

He saw it the same moment she did, Larva rushing in from beside
them, Raiki in hot pursuit. He /threw/ his sword at Miyu, its
point bearing straight on her heart. She almost moved quickly
enough. It impaled her through the side and she shrieked in
agony. "Raiki, to me!" the swordsman bellowed in his steady,
imperious voice and he leapt out of sight. Raiki broke off her
pursuit and also vanished. Larva ignored them, flying straight
for Miyu. The mask he wore was the same as it ever was, but even
through the blinding pain Miyu could read the 'body language' of
the only part of his body that ever showed, his hands. He was
frantic. For all that, the gentle voice of his that spoke to her
heart sounded as it always did. **He missed your heart. I must
pull this out.**

Gritting her teeth, Miyu just dug her fingers into the bark of
the tree behind her and nodded sharply. Putting one hand gently
on Miyu's shoulder, Larva grasped the hilt of the katana and
with one smooth motion pulled it out of her side. It was not as
bad as she thought it would be... it was almost a relief. A
thick torrent of blood gushed out from both entry and exit
wound. Miyu choked, coughed and vomited more blood. But a moment
later she was breathing again, and the bleeding slowed to a
trickle. Shortly it would stop altogether. She had sustained
worse injuries than this in the past twenty years, had learned
the hard way about how her vampire body healed. By tomorrow she
would be good as new. In the meantime, it just hurt. Miyu slid
down onto one of the tree's big gnarly roots, clutching her
aching, blood-soaked side.

This was when she became aware of the man rolling on the ground
screaming in agony.

She glanced over at him. Absently, she wondered why he had not
bled to death yet. Something interesting was happening to him.
The arm that lay on the ground was dissolving away with a harsh
hissing noise and streams of white vapor. At the same time the
stump on his arm was growing, also hissing savagely, also
issuing whorls of white haze. Presumably that was what hurt so
much. She looked at his face, locked in a grimace of pain, and
finally recognized him. "The man from Tokyo," Miyu said weakly.

**Yes.** Larva had an arm held protectively around Miyu now.

"Help me go to him."

**Are you sure?**

"He helped me." Larva helped her up and supported her as she
walked stiffly over to where the man lay. She knelt down near
him. It looked like whatever was happening to him was all but
done now. The severed arm was almost completely dissolved away.
His new one was red and raw, still exuding wisps of vapor as if
the blood in it were in danger of boiling over. For the first
time she noticed the tattoos. His arm was covered with strange
characters and pictograms that she did not recognize. It looked
like they were being burned into his newly grown arm. He was
still panting and grimacing in pain, but he wasn't screaming any
more. He looked down at his new hand with an expression that was
something like revulsion. He turned it over before his eyes. The
fingers were separated and curled. He flexed them just a tiny
bit. Perhaps that was the best he could manage for the moment.
It seemed to be enough to convince him that what he was seeing
was real. "That is a powerful spell that animates you," Miyu
said in a quiet voice, speaking between shallow breaths. It
still hurt to breathe more deeply.

He finally met her gaze. His brows knitted. "You..."

Miyu nodded. "I had not thought to meet you again, stranger.
Much less here hunting my prey's companion."

He looked down at her torn, blood-soaked kimono. "Oh God, we
need to get you to a doctor." He levered himself into a sitting
position, wincing and still holding his new arm out like it was
too painful to let it touch anything.

Miyu shook her head and raised her hand up. "No, I heal quickly
just as you do." She looked at his immobile arm, still
fascinated. "Though I confess I have never had the misfortune of
finding out if I can grow new limbs."

He looked down at it too, flexing his fingers a little more this
time. "This was my first opportunity to find out." He shuddered.
"Not an experience I'd like to repeat. I usually just get shot,
I think I prefer that." His eyes wandered to the towering mass
of black robes with white mask and hands that had wrapped itself
around Miyu.

Perhaps it was time for introduction. "I am Miyu. This is my
friend, Larva."

"Stone. Ezekiel Stone."

The pain had subsided to the point where Miyu could think more
clearly now. "You're hunting that swordsman, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

Miyu noticed what lay on the ground between them. She pointed.
"You are hunting him with... that?"

Ezekiel chuckled. He picked up the bloody kitchen knife. "Field
expedient. Can't carry a gun over here."

Miyu smiled. "I am really not in a position to voice complaint,
but perhaps you should have tried to slit his throat instead."

"I was aiming for the eyes. That's the only way to send him
back."

That caught Miyu's interest. "Send him back where?"

"Back to where he came from. Where I came from. Back to hell."

She suspected as much, what with him being named after the book
from the Old Testament. "So you serve the Storm God."

Ezekiel looked puzzled. "Excuse me?"

Could it be she was wrong? "I mean Yahweh, also known as
Jehovah."

Ezekiel nodded. He seemed to also be in less pain now, he just
sounded tired, worn out. "Yeah, indirectly. I report to... the
one in charge of hell."

"You mean the fallen angel, Lucifer."

"Right." He waved in the direction their quarry had fled. "That
other one, that was a Shinma?"

"Yes. That was Shinma Raiki."

He looked over in that direction. "They must have the sword by
now. If there were any guards in the building they wouldn't
stand a chance."

"Do you know why that man wants the sword? Who is he?"

Stone shook his head. "I'm assuming he wants the sword, that's
why I was waiting here. I have no idea why. Maybe he thinks he
can usurp the Emperor or something. He's tried before, when he
was alive." He noticed Miyu's puzzled frown. "He's Oda Nobunaga."

Miyu's eyes went wide "/The/ Oda Nobunaga?"

"Yeah, I assume so. Stewing in hell for four hundred years has
put a new edge on him." He looked more intently at Miyu. "Why
are you after the Shinma? What did she do?"

"She is a wandering Shinma, one who escaped from the darkness
where Shinma are supposed to sleep. It is my job to find them
and send them back."

Ezekiel looked puzzled. "Darkness? Sorry... is that what you
call hell?"

"No, it is not hell. It is simply a place where the Shinma can
exist in peace."

The first hints of suspicion began creeping into the man's face.
Miyu found herself tensing up a little too. They had both just
had a brush with death, had probably saved each others' lives.
That was no doubt why their guards were down, why they had come
to be talking so easily. But the instinctual trust that
adrenaline and circumstance had lulled them both into was
beginning to fade. "What exactly are you?"

There was little point in being evasive at this juncture. "I am
also a Shinma. But my clan is different, we have the task of
guarding the gateway between our world and this one. I am a
vampire."

Ezekiel looked as if he was wondering how much of this to
believe. "Don't vampires go to hell when they're destroyed?" He
made it sound like a glib question, but they both knew it was
not.

Miyu's eyes narrowed. "I only ever destroyed one Shinma, the
Shinma Remules. If you ever meet him in hell, that will answer
your question."

Stone regarded her for a good long time. His face was
expressionless. He flexed his new arm again, this time it looked
like the fingers moved easily. As if that decided something, he
picked up his knife and stood up. Miyu tensed up, could feel
Larva do the same.

Stone pocketed the knife. "Uh, look, are you sure you're going
to be okay? I want to go to the shrine building, see if there's
anyone who needs help."

It was a moment before Miyu could bring herself to answer. "It's
dangerous for you to go alone." She rose to her feet, a little
stiffly, but without Larva's assistance. "We will accompany you."

The ones they found were beyond help. Nobunaga hadn't needed a
sword to pound right through guards, doors or locks. Miyu found
piles of gray dust that were already dissolving. "Raiki's work."

"That must be where the sword was," Stone said, pointing. An
elaborate case lay smashed and empty.

Miyu nodded. "So this was the real one then." Or at least
Nobunaga and Raiki thought it was.

"Yeah, looks like it. I'm almost afraid to ask, but do you have
any idea where they might have gone?"

"Probably to Raiki's nest. I've been looking for a Shinma who
has been taking victims here in Nagoya. Most likely it's her."

They just looked at each other in silence. There was a moment of
mutual understanding, the question in both their minds could
remain unspoken. /What now/?

Strangely, Stone suddenly looked at his watch. It was on the arm
he hadn't lost. "I know dawn comes really early here in summer,
you don't have daylight saving time. I saw you in broad daylight
in Tokyo, so I guess that's not a problem for you, right?"

Miyu just boggled for a moment, then bent over giggling. She
winced and held her side. "Oh... Ezekiel-san, please don't make
me laugh right now."

He smiled, it was a look of sympathy and apology. "Sorry, just
thought I should check."

"Thank you for asking." It seemed an odd thing to say, but it
had been considerate of him to think of it. "I should be in
school in the morning, but that's still hours away."

"Oh right, you have school on Saturdays here." Ezekiel suddenly
seemed to realize what he had said. "Wait a minute, you go to
school?"

Miyu smiled. "How old do I look to you?"

"Fourteen, I'd say."

"I am much older, but while I am Guardian I will always look
like this. The only way I can live among humans and not attract
attention is to be a student. I have taken the same algebra
course twenty times."

Ezekiel winced. "My sympathies. Do you need to get some sleep?"

"I do not sleep. Do you?" Miyu asked, genuinely curious.

"Yeah. But I can never sleep after combat, my nerves just go
right to hell. Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to do that."

Miyu just smiled at the unintended joke. "Ezekiel-san, I think
we need to talk about what we are going to do next. But I would
like to go to my private place and rest. Would you accompany me?"

"Sure. I didn't have time to find any place to stay in Nagoya
anyway. Are you sure you don't need to have that looked at? You
really look like..."

Miyu raised an eyebrow. "Hell?"

He chuckled lightly. "There I go again."

"Thank you, I'll be fine. And my place is not in Nagoya, not
exactly." Miyu spread her arms to her sides and phased them in.

*****

Ezekiel was suddenly standing in the middle of a very spooky
looking forest. The black trees were all bare, as was the
ground. There was a dim, ruddy glow as if it were sunset, but
the red light that bathed everything seemed to come from
everywhere. Though nothing in the surreal landscape moved, he
felt a breeze blowing the cool air past him. "Did you teleport
us? Where on Earth are we?"

"Nowhere on Earth, Ezekiel-san. This is my private place, on the
very edge of the Shinma realm."

"Well you're right about one thing, this sure isn't anything
like hell." Which may or may not mean anything, Stone reminded
himself. Each person's vision of hell was as individual as each
person mortal sin was, he had learned that some time ago. Miyu
was still standing in front of him, just as she had been a
moment ago in the shrine. But she looked different. She was in a
different kimono, a slightly longer red one that still opened up
in the front to show off her slim legs. This one wasn't torn and
soaked in blood. And she wasn't holding her side any more.
"You're looking better."

She smiled. "This place refreshes me, relieves my pain. All
sorts of pain." The fleeting wistful look was gone in another
moment.

Ezekiel looked around. "Where did your buddy go?"

"Larva? He is here. He feels less need to be protective of me,
in this place."

"He doesn't talk much, does he?"

"His voice was hidden along with his face," Miyu said, as if
explaining something very obvious and normal. "He speaks only to
me now."

Ezekiel decided not to pursue that. He pointed. "What are these?"

"Ah..." Miyu floated slowly up to one of the little translucent
balls that were floating around between the trees. She took it
between her hands and smiled down at him. Her expression was
suddenly contented, loving, as if she were holding a baby.
"These hold the souls of people I have given eternal dreams,"
she said reverently.

"Is this where you bring the Shinma you catch?"

She laughed, a light, happy, sparkling giggle that pushed back
the gloom of this place. "No, these are humans."

Ezekiel frowned. He suddenly became very much aware of the fact
that he was in her realm. But he felt bound to ask. "Are these
people whose blood you've drained?"

Her smile became just a little sad. She floated down so that
they were closer, her legs still tucked under her as if she were
sitting on some invisible cushion. "I am a vampire, the blood of
humans is my food. But as a Guardian I am a very different kind
of vampire, different from the wandering Shinma who take blood
and give nothing in return. I only take the blood of those who
wish to take my gift in return."

"What gift?" Ezekiel asked, succeeding in keeping most of the
hostility out of his voice.

"An eternal dream of peace and happiness. Here..." She floated
closer and held out the glassy ball she was holding. "Touch it,
and you will see. Don't worry, you won't be caught in the dream,
you will only see it."

Ezekiel hesitated. She looked so open and sincere, so eager to
make him understand. Looking into those golden eyes, he thought
it would be difficult to deny her anything. Was she hypnotizing
him? He hoped he had enough presence of mind to tell. He reached
up and touched the globe with his fingertips. He blinked, and
they were elsewhere. His heart didn't leap quite as badly as
when she had deposited them into her strange forest.

Miyu still floated before him, holding the ball he was touching.
But the forest was gone. Instead, they were on a street in
Anytown, Japan. A young couple sat on a park bench, looking
utterly contented. He could believe they had been sitting here
watching fluffy clouds go by for a thousand years.

"This is the boy's dream," Miyu said softly, as if not wanting
to wake anybody. "A wandering Shinma took his girl from him. I
offered to give her back to him, in this dream. Now she will
never leave him again."

As Ezekiel watched, the couple looked at each other, smiled,
then went back to watching the world go by. A bird flew to the
ground in front of them, chirped for a while, then flew away.
They watched it go. They looked at each other, smiled, and went
back to watching the world go by.

Ezekiel removed his hand from the ball and they were back in the
forest again. He shook his head slowly. "Do they... does he know
that he's just in a dream?"

"He does not want to know. I am very selective, Ezekiel-san. I
only choose those who want their dream so badly that it is all
they want."

"Is this supposed to be Heaven?"

Again the light, sparkling laughter. "For them it is." She let
go of the ball and it floated away. "I visit them all, now and
again, so that I can share in their happiness."

"But it's not really Heaven," Ezekiel objected. "This is like
purgatory. Eventually they have to move on."

Miyu looked surprised and puzzled by his remark. "Why? This
place has existed ever since the Guardians existed. Even if one
day there is no longer a need for Guardians, it will remain.
These souls will never have a need to go anywhere else."

"Not even on Judgment Day?"

Miyu cocked her head in puzzlement for just a heartbeat. "Oh,
you mean the day prophesied in the Book of Revelations. But none
of these people are Christians, Ezekiel-san. They have not
chosen the storm-god's resting places, they have chosen this
one."

Ezekiel shook his head, wondering if the girl was teasing him or
whether she really believed that. Not girl, he reminded himself.
Vampire. No telling how old, how cunning. They should have been
talking about more immediate, practical matters. But Ezekiel
couldn't help wondering what to make of this place. "What
difference does it make if they're Christians? I've hunted down
denizens of hell from Tang China and Carthage. God judges all
men, wherever they are."

Miyu's lips curved in an indulgent but not unkind smile. "I have
gone to Catholic schools in my time. The priests and the sisters
there told us that none could escape God's judgment. That I can
easily believe. But then they presumed to tell me how God judges
men, as if they understood this themselves. Do you presume to
understand how God judges men, Ezekiel-san?"

It was an honest question, deserving an honest answer. "I've
been told that I would have gone to Heaven if I hadn't decided
to kill a man."

One of Miyu's slim eyebrows went up. "Had this man done you
wrong?"

Ezekiel looked aside. For all that she said, for all her quiet
confidence, it was still hard not to think of her as a young
girl. Even barring that, it was hard for him to talk about the
matter at all. "He raped my wife," Ezekiel said quietly.

He saw her float back down to the ground before him. He looked
into her eyes again. She no longer held the little glass ball,
but stood with hands clasped before her, looking up at him
intently. Her expression was unnerving. It was sympathetic, but
also calculating, as if she were assessing him. Could she read
his mind?

Then her sad smile broke the spell. "The storm-god judges
harshly, I think."

Ezekiel shook his head. "No. Whatever he did, I didn't have the
right to kill him. It was wrong."

"You sent him where he would have gone anyway. It seems to me
the storm-god was simply angered by your attempt to judge the
man in his place."

"Do you presume to know how God judges?"

She did not lose her smile, did not seem to mind having her own
words thrown back at her. "Like you, I only understand how I was
judged by the gods I serve. I rejected my vampire heritage, I
wanted only to be human. Because I failed in my duty as
Guardian, many Shinma now walk this land." She spread out her
arms, the blood-red cloth of her kimono's wide sleeves spreading
out under them making her look like a dark angel. "Until I send
them all back, I will be as you see me."

Ezekiel was intrigued by the story. "And when you've sent them
all back, what then?"

"What then?" She looked away, her face showing no sign of
emotion. "Then I get to tell my mother the one thing I want her
to hear from me."

Ezekiel got the impression there would be no point in asking her
to elaborate on that. All he knew was that this was the only
time he had really seen her hide behind a poker face. Whatever
it was she saw at the end of her road, it was what kept her
going. For her, it was something that he might choose to call
redemption. "If your only crime was not wanting to be a vampire,
sounds like it's the Shinma who judge harshly."

She looked at him again, her face still placid but no longer a
rigid, stoic mask. "Do you think that I should feel bitter about
my fate, Ezekiel-san?"

Ezekiel suddenly felt awkward. It was a moment before he could
decide how to answer. "It looks like you've been given a chance
to get back what you lost. Just like me. Not everybody gets a
second chance. It's hard for me to feel grateful, considering
who I'm working for. I guess I'm just playing the cards I was
dealt. What else can we do?"

Her smile made her look young again. "Indeed. Instead of railing
against the gods we should be hunting our prey. Would you have
any objection to allying yourself with a vampire?"

Ezekiel was relieved to be shifting to more immediate matters.
There was too many fundamental assumptions being questioned by
what he was seeing here, he was content to set those questions
aside for now. He managed a smile of his own. "No objection at
all." A guy fresh out of hell had no call being snobbish. "Both
our targets are from your country, so you probably know them a
lot better than I do." He realized what he had said and slapped
his forehead. "Sorry, I keep thinking of you as Japanese."

She laughed lightly. "I am. The Shinma realm is a parallel of
the human world, our countries overlap yours. I am of the
Japanese Shinma. Japan is my homeland no less than this is." she
said, raising her arms to indicate her surreal forest.

Ezekiel leaned against one of the black trees. "Okay, so this is
your home turf, and both our perps are locals. Now that they've
got this sword they're after, any idea what their next move is?"

Miyu hopped lightly up onto a lower branch of the tree, an act
that looked as natural as a bird perching. She looked very
comfortable, sitting up there in her elegant kimono. "Every
Shinma has their own personality and their own way of hunting
for the blood they need. I am quite sure that Raiki is
responsible for the disappearances that have plagued Nagoya for
many years. This tells me several things about her. She is
territorial, and therefore has a nest that she protects."

"What sort of nest?" Ezekiel asked. He had switched over to
investigative mode, his cop's mind naturally treating this
fellow hunter as he would treat a designated partner. A small
part of him remained aware of this, reminding him that he was
speaking with a vampire from an alien world.

"Something like mine, a realm that can only be accessed by other
Shinma. But mine is special, it is an extension of the Gate.
Hers will be accessible only from one point in the city. We will
need to find that point to find her nest."

"What sort of place are we looking for?"

Miyu answered immediately, as if this were something she had
already given much thought. "The paths to the spirit realms are
more easily accessible around holy places. It is likely to be a
temple, shrine or a church. The missing people have all been
young men. Most likely she is seducing them."

Ezekiel had gotten a pretty good look at the Shinma just before
it hit the fan. She was certainly a looker. "So would she need
to take these men to her nest to drain their blood?"

"No, but I think she would want to. If she is territorial she is
likely one of the higher class Shinma, very prideful creatures.
She would want to take her victims in her nest."

"Have you plotted out the disappearances?" Ezekiel wondered if
she would know what he meant.

It seemed she did. "She has taken this whole city as her
territory... successfully, it would seem, meaning she is very
powerful. It could be anywhere."

Ezekiel sighed. "Yeah, from what I've seen there's a shrine
around every corner in this country."

"I have been trying to find her nest for months, Ezekiel-san.
And she is likely to be more cautions now."

"If she's the cautious type, Nobunaga is anything but. Even for
hell spawn, attacking the Imperial Palace is a pretty gutsy
move. Whatever they're up to, I think he's driving it."

The vampire girl nodded. "That makes sense. Everything I was
taught about Oda Nobunaga points to a man who would never take
advice, much less take orders. He would not tolerate her
presence unless she obeyed his every whim."

"So then what's her motivation for following him?"

Miyu shrugged. "Shinma can be bound by the same things that bind
human hearts. In some way she needs him. Perhaps she is even in
love."

Ezekiel nodded, scratching the stubble on his chin. "Whatever it
is, it's mutual. Nobunaga could have taken your head, but he
used you as bait to draw Larva away from Raiki."

Miyu looked away, as if troubled by the unpleasant memory. "His
power is utterly unlike that of a Shinma. I cannot fight him."

Stone got the impression she did not like admitting that. "When
we catch up to them, you can leave him to me. Which brings us
back to how we're going to find them."

"Whatever they are doing, the Shinma will still need blood to
survive. She will have to come out and hunt. I will be watching
for her."

Ezekiel felt it inappropriate to mention that could take more
months. He preferred not to wait that long. "I'm hoping Nobunaga
will show himself first. I can't believe somebody like him would
be content to hide out at his girlfriend's place. Everything
he's done here so far has been very visible, what he did here
will be hitting the papers when the bodies are discovered."

Miyu nodded. "Perhaps. I am troubled by this business of the
sword."

"Is there something special about it?"

"That's what I'm worried about, Ezekiel-san. I don't know what
is special about it. Nobunaga must have had a reason for
stealing it."

"I thought maybe he just thinks the Imperial Regalia rightly
belongs to him," Stone said. "But it looks like he was only
interested in the sword."

"The sword is the part of the Regalia that represents strength.
Nobunaga's political philosophy - such as it was - revolved
around rule by force. The mirror represents wisdom, the jewel
compassion. I could easily believe those qualities are of no
interest to him."

"He's inhumanly good with a sword," Stone said. His left hand
came up involuntarily to rub his new, bare arm. "Was he known as
a good swordsman in his time?"

Miyu nodded. "More of a war leader, but yes."

"Time in hell seems to give people more of what they had in
life, or give them powers that represent what happened in their
lives."

"Interesting," Miyu said, looking thoughtful. "Would that mean
his arrogance has also been strengthened?"

"Yeah. Based on others I've sent back, it could."

"Then he has likely come back to claim the throne he almost took
in life. But unless his arrogance has blinded him utterly, he
must surely see that the days when Japan could be conquered by a
swordsman are long past."

Ezekiel gave a noncommittal grunt. "Maybe he plans on going into
politics." Miyu looked surprised. "That was a joke."

Miyu smiled. "It has been half a century since the humans in
this country dabbled in Nobunaga's kind of politics. He would
find himself very much out of style. But even if he has a plan
for conquering this country, I believe there is something else
he will direct his attention to first."

"That being?"

"Killing us, of course."

The girl seemed almost amused at the idea. Stone very definitely
was not. "Yeah, he might. That would solve the problem of
finding him. But we have to make sure they don't catch either of
us alone. I have ways to deal with Nobunaga and I assume you
have ways to deal with the Shinma. But the two of them together
could probably kill you or me alone."

Miyu nodded. "Yes, we should stay close to each other. If I
might suggest, you should find a place to stay near my school."

Ezekiel crossed his arms. "And which one of us is the bait?"

The vampire's grin came close to making Ezekiel shudder.
"Whoever they happen to attack first. You object?"

"No. But before we go out of our way to make ourselves visible
targets, I'd like to find something a bit more effective than
this." He pulled the kitchen knife from his pocket.

"I think we can help. Larva," she called. Immediately, the tall
black shadow materialized under and slightly to one side of her.
He held a sheathed katana out to Stone.

Ezekiel took it. "Nobunaga's?"

Impossibly, Miyu's smile became even more chilling. "It would
please me greatly if you could send him back to hell with that
sword." Her hand pressing against her side may or may not have
been an involuntary gesture.

Ezekiel looked dubiously at the sword in his hand. "Swell.
Thanks." For the tenth time he really, really wished he had not
ended up in the only civilized country on the planet that had
completely outlawed firearms. "So can you.... uh, teleport us or
whatever to your school? I'd like to get the lay of the land
while nobody's there. If they attack you first, we may end up
fighting them there."

"I would prefer to keep the fighting away from there," Miyu
said, her expression hardening a bit. "But you're right, that
would be a sensible thing to do."

Ezekiel wasn't sure how to interpret her statement. Of course
she would not want to blow her cover, but he felt sure there was
something more involved. He watched as she floated silently to
the ground. She spread her arms wide, and suddenly they were
standing among a very different stand of trees. The light was
even dimmer than in the vampire's realm, but somehow it still
looked a whole lot less oppressive. Nearby it opened onto an
athletics field. The dark school building on the other side was
just starting to be lit by the light of the emerging dawn.

"I'll show you around," Miyu said. He noticed she was still in
her red kimono... probably did not want to risk seeing her human
identity wandering about with a walking shadow and a foreigner
with a great huge sword. Neither of them commented on the fact
that Larva was now accompanying them. "Afterwards I can show you
where the nearest lodgings are. I would offer to let you stay in
my realm, but it can be unsafe for humans to fall asleep there."

Ezekiel had not even been considering that option. "Sounds
good." He followed the girl for a few seconds, then suddenly
stopped dead in his tracks. "Aw, man!"

Miyu turned sharply at Stone's exclamation. "What is it,
Ezekiel-san?"

Stone held his arms out straight in front of him. One had a
sleeve, the other was bare up to the elbow. "You wouldn't know
where I can find a cheap tailor, would you?"

*****

"Kobayashi-sensei?"

The young teacher stopped walking and looked at the black
convertible sportster that had just pulled up to the curb beside
him. He drank in the sight of the woman at the wheel who had
just called him. /Wow/.  If he had ever met her before, he would
certainly have remembered it. "Yes, I'm Kobayashi," he said
hesitantly.

"I'm Amano Yuri, Miyu's guardian."

That took a moment to click. The transfer student's elusive
guardian. It took him just a moment to recover from his
surprise. "Oh! I see." He bowed. "I'm pleased to meet you."

She inclined her head. "Likewise," she said pleasantly. "I'm
told you are Miyu's homeroom teacher."

"Yes, that's right."

"I'd like to speak with you if I could. I know I should have
come to the school and I'm encroaching on your private time, but
I was busy during the day. Can I offer you a ride home in
exchange?" The car's electric door locks popped open. She smiled
encouragingly.

Kobayashi was thrown further off center by the sudden offer.
"Uh-"

"I'm only in town for the day," she said, her brows coming down
to make her look so sadly apologetic. "I really wanted to have a
chance to speak with Miyu's teacher before I left."

"Well, if that's the case-"

"Oh thank you so much," she said brightly. "Please, hop in!"
Kobayashi put his briefcase behind the passenger seat and
stepped in beside her. "What's the address?" she asked.

He gave the address and right away she put the car in gear,
engaged the clutch and accelerated rapidly but smoothly back
onto the through lane. She immediately made a turn in the right
direction, as if she knew exactly where she was going. Odd that
she would know the city so well if she was never here, Kobayashi
thought. "I don't believe anybody on the faculty has ever met
you, Amano-san."

"Do call me Yuri," she said, gracing him with a dazzling smile.
"Yes, I feel badly about how seldom I can come into town. It's
been years, in fact, my business keeps me out of the country
most of the time. Miyu never complains, her letters are always
so cheery. But I know it's hard on her, having no family here. I
really wanted to talk to one of her teachers, make sure there
are no problems she isn't telling me about."

"Then I'm very happy to say there's little to tell," Kobayashi
said. "Miyu is an exemplary student. She currently holds the top
position in the entire school, in fact."

"So she's told me," Yuri said. Her driving style was aggressive
enough to make Kobayashi nervous, but she seemed to have no
problem at all concentrating on their conversation. She made eye
contact with him rather more often than he thought was really
safe. "I'm very proud of her. But it's more her personal life
I'm concerned about. Is she making friends?"

"Well, top students like her always attract a certain amount of
jealousy from other students. But she takes that in stride, she
appears to be used to it. She is a bit of a loner, but there is
a small group of girls she seems to be quite close to."

"That's good to hear." Yuri winked. "She must be very popular
with the boys."

Kobayashi cleared his throat nervously. "Yes, I believe she is."

"Is she seeing anybody special?"

"I couldn't really say-"

"Oh come now, Sensei," Yuri said, giving him a sidelong glance
and a knowing smile. "Miyu speaks very highly of you, I'm sure
not much gets past you in your homeroom."

Kobayashi was astonished at how /relieved/ he felt to hear of
Miyu's regard for him. Of all his students, she was the only one
that he sometimes found a bit intimidating. "She does seem to be
seeing quite a lot of our class president, Ikeda Kazuya."

"Kazuya," Yuri said brightly. "She's mentioned him. What's your
opinion of him?"

"He's another of our top students. Very bright, very energetic.
He is well liked, but also well respected, both by the teachers
and the students in my class."

"Does it look serious?"

"Well, they do seem to be very fond of each other-"

"I mean does it look /serious/," she said, fixing him with an
unnerving look.

Kobayashi couldn't help fidgeting a little. He tried to sound
casual. "They're both mature, sensible kids. I'm sure they're
not doing anything inappropriate."

Shinma Raiki smiled sweetly. "I am so very glad to hear that."

*****

Ezekiel spared a glance at some of the other people in the
coffee shop. That quickly put an end to the dirty looks he was
getting. "What did I do?" he muttered to his companion.

Miyu smiled. "In this country, schoolgirls do not entertain
foreign gentlemen in coffee shops."

"So where do they entertain foreign gentlemen?"

Miyu giggled. "In love hotels, I would assume."

"Very funny." Sometimes Ezekiel caught himself letting his guard
down, letting himself believe that he really was talking to
somebody who was simply an exceptionally bright schoolgirl.
"Aren't you worried about your front's reputation?"

"I already have a reputation as an eccentric. I try to encourage
that, it makes it easier to explain some of my odd habits. If
anyone asks, I will tell them you are a friend of my guardian."

Ezekiel frowned. "Guardian?"

Miyu took another sip of coffee. "Amano Yuri. She doesn't exist
of course, but the school exchanges letters with her."

"Let me guess. Her mail goes to a P.O. Box somewhere. She
travels a lot and is never in the country, so nobody's seen her.
She's your only living relative, a cousin or second cousin.
She's loaded and pays your tuition and expenses."

Miyu nodded, looking impressed. "Right on all counts. Not being
an adult, I need her to legitimize my place in the human world."

"So how does Amano Yuri earn her living?"

"I say she is an art dealer. Which is not far from the truth.
The money really comes from my mother's trust fund. That she
inherited from previous Guardians, some of whose families traded
various works of art."

Miyu had been rather vague about what happened to her parents
when her vampire blood awakened. He got the impression it was a
touchy subject, and didn't want to think too hard about why that
might be. "Must be nice, working for an established firm."

Miyu grinned. "Money does not appear magically in my billfold
every morning, Ezekiel-san. I must pay my expenses in the human
world somehow."

Ezekiel had told her a bit about his situation, and had learned
bits and pieces about hers. They had even swapped a few war
stories. The more he learned, the more similar their jobs
seemed. Except that he still couldn't help but wondering how
these shinma fit into the big scheme of things. "That high-class
private school can't come cheap."

"I cannot stay in any place for much more than a year. Such
schools are more flexible, more accepting of students whose
family circumstances necessitate frequent transfers."

She had obviously been at this for some time, which intrigued
Ezekiel. He could be getting a glimpse of his own future. "So
nobody knows who you really are? Besides Larva, I mean." And
besides the ones who she had encased in glass, he refrained from
mentioning.

"There is one who found me out. A professional exorcist."

"Oh. Sounds like that could be... awkward."

There was just a bit more of the vampire in Miyu's sly grin.
"More for her than for me. I am nothing like the vampire she was
expecting." Her expression softened and she cocked her head.
"And yourself, Ezekiel-san?"

"Yeah, there's one who knows. A priest." That got the surprised
look from her that he had been expecting. He chuckled. "No, he
hasn't tried to exorcise me. He's a very good friend, in fact."

"It's good to have someone you can really confide in. Living a
lie can be a burden."

Ezekiel smiled. "I know what you mean."

"But you are fortunate. You have an ageless face, you could
probably stay in one place for twenty years or more."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"I meant it as one," she said brightly. She rested her chin on
her linked fingers and smiled in a way that was disturbingly
charming. "In fact I've been thinking how cute you must have
been as a boy."

"My mother thought so for what it's worth."

"Have you never considered taking a wife?"

"No."

Miyu's face fell ever so slightly at the sudden change in tone.
She seemed to perceive that she had touched a nerve. "I see."

"No, you don't." Ezekiel sighed. He hadn't wanted to snap at her
like that. "My wife is still alive," he said more calmly. "And
I'm not."

"Then we will not speak of it," Miyu said simply. "I meant no
offense."

Strangely, he believed her. "I know. Don't worry about it."

Her slightly wicked, slightly impish smile came back. "Perhaps
we are ill suited as partners, Ezekiel-san. When we have no work
to focus on we end up, how is it you say, pushing each other's
buttons?"

Ezekiel also smiled. It was a fair comment. She had not been
happy when he had asked about the time when the wandering shinma
escaped into this world, he still didn't know much about what
happened. "That's the problem being committed to a stakeout. The
waiting can drive you crazy." They had been meeting like this
for days now. There was less and less to talk about as time
passed. No sign of surveillance or impending attack on either of
them, no more missing persons, no stories of guys with flaming
swords attacking the Royal Family or stealing ancient artifacts.

"We of all people should know patience, Ezekiel-san. We are
immortal hunters, after all."

"Yeah. But neither of us gets paid by the hour. And we both have
a quota." He tapped his new arm, meaning to indicate the tattoos
burned there. The arm was now covered with a new sleeve that
didn't look too bad. Miyu had done the needlework herself, which
had surprised Stone. "Same Home Ec class ten times," she had
said simply. She had also sewn the cloth loop that allowed him
to carry the katana under his coat more or less discreetly.
/Damn, but I wish I had my gun/.

Miyu nodded, indicating she took Ezekiel's meaning. "Those must
be a constant reminder of how far you have to go yet."

"I assume that's the idea." Miyu had been fascinated by the
tattoos she had seen on his bare arm, especially once he
explained that each one represented one of the lost souls he
needed to hunt down. She had asked to see the rest of them...
Stone had politely declined.

"Are you that anxious to complete your task?" Miyu asked.

"Yes." Ezekiel realized that by itself was a meaningless answer.
"I don't want this to last any longer than it has to. I don't
want to get used to it."

"You may need to," Miyu said in a tone that was not unkind.
"Both of us may be doing this for centuries."

"I don't intend to be chasing ghosts on the Starship
Enterprise." It had become a source of growing anxiety for him
these past months. He knew at best this was going to take years,
but how many?

Miyu grinned. "I won't need to worry about that, my territory is
restricted to these islands."

"Lucky you. I may need to chase all over the Earth."

"And beyond, perhaps."

"Don't look so cheerful when you say that."

She reigned in her chirpiness a bit. "I have found there are may
small things that make the prospect of centuries of hunting less
daunting. Have you not found the same?"

It sounded like a sincere question. "Yeah, I guess it hasn't
been all bad. I can eat my favorite junk food and not worry
about getting flabby. I can watch the Yankees play when they're
in L.A. I learned to rollerblade. I... what's so funny?"

The hand that had been hiding her smile came back down.
"Rollerblades?"

"Yeah, on the beach," Ezekiel said, irritated. "It's all the
rage." He smiled evilly. "Love to teach you. Can you rent them
around here?"

"Thank you, but my teachers might consider that inappropriate
behavior."

"More inappropriate than entertaining foreign gentlemen?"

Miyu's eyes left his and shifted over to two girls who had just
walked into the coffee shop. Ezekiel had already noticed them
himself, two schoolgirls Miyu's age - apparent age - wearing the
same uniform as her. They walked over to the booth Miyu and
Ezekiel were sitting in. One of them smiled nervously, throwing
just a furtive glance in Stone's direction. "Konbanwa, Miyu."

Miyu smiled cheerfully to them. "Konbanwa Eiko, Mayumi." She
then said more in Japanese that included something that sounded
like "Izikieru Sutounu." It sounded like an introduction. The
two girls smiled shyly and bowed to Stone. "Haro," they said in
unison.

Stone smiled and inclined his head. "Hello."

Miyu said something whose tone made Ezekiel assume it was
something like "So what's up, gang?" They told her something
that either she found worrying or her human persona was supposed
to find worrying. He suspected both. There was a brief
conversation among them. The two girls soon excused themselves,
bowing again to Stone and chorusing a "Bye bye."

When they had gone, Ezekiel turned his attention back to Miyu.
"Problem?"

"A boy was missing from school today. Teachers were asking if
anyone has seen him. That probably means they called the boy's
home and his parents don't know where he is either."

"You didn't notice this yourself today?"

"They only asked some of the boys," Miyu said absently. "But
they've been spreading rumors." She looked very distracted.

"Your Shinma's work, you figure?"

Miyu shook her head rather more vehemently than was needed. "It
would be too much of a coincidence, if he were just a random
target."

Then it clicked. "He's your boyfriend, isn't he?"

Miyu looked a bit uncomfortable. She wouldn't meet his eyes.
"His name's Kazuya," she said by way of not answering the
question. She slid out of the booth and stood. "I know his
parents, I want to go see them. It could be nothing, but I
should make sure."

"If it's far maybe I should come with you, at least most of the
way."

She nodded, but it looked as if she really didn't care, she was
still distracted. Sensing she was anxious to go, Stone also slid
out of the booth.

They had been walking down the street in silence for some time
before Stone broached the subject. "If it is them, they've found
out where you are. This is directed at you." There was no
reaction to his stating the obvious. "If they use him as a
hostage, what will you do?"

"We will kill them," she said simply, not breaking her brisk
stride, not looking at him.

"Even if-"

"/We will kill them/." That seemed to put an end to the matter.

*****

Kazuya woke up to blackness again. When he opened his eyes,
there were nothing but two burning coals floating in the gloom.
Kazuya's cold, naked body shivered. /It's him/. He tried to
remain still.

"I know you're awake, Kazuya-kun," the cold, cold voice said.
Kazuya sat up against the clammy stone wall. He knew by now that
the man behind those glowing eyes could see him perfectly well.
His aching bruises attested to the quick precision with which
the man would deal out punishment when Kazuya said the wrong
thing. Eyes, a voice, blows that struck without warning. That
was all the man was to Kazuya.

The eyes came closer, lowered down to his level. There was
absolutely no sound, Kazuya could only guess that the man was
crouching before him. Assuming it was a man. It was becoming
harder and harder to think of this thing as being anything
human. Kazuya kept trying to tell himself that the eyes were
some sort of trick, all part of the plan to intimidate him, to
wear him down.

"So, Kazuya-kun, has sleep brought you greater clarity of mind?
Can you now see the truth of what I have told you, how you have
been deceived?"

Kazuya met those horrible eyes. He had learned early on that not
to do so invited punishment. It hardly mattered, what he was
about to say would do the same. "No sir."

He waited for the blow. It did not come. "You know why I keep
you in the dark, Kazuya-kun? Because your eyes are the greatest
weapons /they/ use against you. The one that wants to snare you
came to you as girl of incomparable beauty. That is but an
illusion to hide its true form, its ugliness. I am trying to
teach you to see with your heart again, Kazuya-kun."

Kazuya clenched his fists. He still had no idea why they were
doing this. Maybe they actually believed these things. People in
cults believed all sorts of things. If they did, Miyu might be
in danger. He had to be strong. For her. "Miyu is not ugly," he
said, trying to keep the trembling from his voice. "And she is
not a vampire."

The hand that locked around his throat felt like it was made of
iron. His windpipe locked shut and he started choking. He beat
at the arm and pried at the fingers, even though he knew it
would be useless. He had to do something, had to get air into
his lungs, had to breathe, had to live.

"You know this do you?" the voice said with silky smoothness.
"Stupid infant!" it shouted. "You have but to look within you to
seek the truth but you refuse to do it, you prefer your pretty
illusion to the truth! You were born with the heart of a man but
you are content to stand meekly and be slaughtered like cattle!
And slaughtered you will be, Kazuya-kun. It will drain you dry,
toss aside your wrinkled husk and forget about you before it has
even found its next meal!" He pushed Kazuya aside by the throat
a moment before he would have blacked out. Kazuya flopped limply
to the ground, quivering, taking in air with great wheezing
gasps.

He had no idea how long it was before the man spoke again. "You
are a disgrace, Kazuya-kun, I should let that monster feed on
you. But unlike you, I know my duty. Once and for all, I must
show you yours." There was the hiss and ringing of metal being
drawn across metal and then being unleashed. For the first time
in an eternity, there was light.

Kazuya squinted, raised a hand protectively. It was still dim,
but to his dark adjusted eyes it was dazzling. In an instant he
took it all in, the bare cell he had woken in but had never
seen, and the glowing blade that suddenly lit it.

And the man who wielded it.

His eyes were even more terrible set in that long, scowling face
that regarded him as one would regard an annoying insect. They
no longer burned with the fires of hell, they simply bore into
him like black holes, dark and frigid. He was not a big man, but
to Kazuya he seemed to fill the room, and to tower over him like
a god.

"Do you know who I am, boy?" he growled. "I am your rightful
ruler. I have come to set our people back on their proper path.
But before I do that I must rid us of these monsters that prey
upon you. Make no mistake, boy, I have saved your miserable
life. Had I not brought you here that thing would have drained
you by now. I have set aside our people's rightful destiny, my
proper life's work, to save you and all like you who have fallen
under their spell, because that is my duty."

He pointed the glowing, silvery sword in Kazuya's face. "All I
ask in return is that you help me hunt down the creature I saved
you from." His cold face suddenly twisted in rage. "And you dare
to refuse?" he growled, his voice rising in anger, his eyes
glowing again. "You DARE to refuse?"

Kazuya prostrated himself before the living god, grinding his
forehead into the rough stone floor. "Please, please, don't make
me do it! I don't care what she is! I love her! If she needs my
blood I'll give it to her, I'll give it all! Please, please
don't make me hurt her! I beg you, please!"

A boot slammed down on his back, driving him painfully into the
floor. His sharp cry was cut short as the air was driven from
his lungs. He wept not from the pain of his body but the pain in
his heart. They had made him believe, they had broken him. But
he didn't care. Even if she was what they said she was, he
didn't care. He would not hurt her.

He heard the sword being smartly sheathed, and the room was in
darkness again. "We will speak again," the man said. Kazuya
assumed he was gone now. He never heard them leave, had no idea
how they came and went. Absently, he recalled that his view of
the cell had revealed no door. Not surprising, he had never felt
one with his endless groping in the dark. What if it was the
last thing he ever saw? What if he never saw Miyu again?

"Does that hurt, Kazuya-kun?" the woman's voice said. He did not
even flinch. Her voice was so soft and gentle, it did not
interrupt the silence, merely wove into it. He did gasp when the
cool, wet cloth was pressed against his scraped forehead. He
relaxed, his breathing coming easier now. Her hands took hold of
him, gently coaxed him onto his back. He heard tinkling water,
and she tended the rest of his fresh scrapes and bruises.
Wherever his body hurt, her hands were there to soothe. The same
hands that brought him food when he hungered, water when he
thirsted. Unable to contain himself, Kazuya began to cry.

"Don't be afraid, Kazuya," she said. She gathered him in her
strong arms, cuddled him to her breast. Despite himself, Kazuya
relaxed, his weeping quickly stopped. She was so much more real
to him than the man. Not just hard hands that would bite and
sting, she was a warm body separated from his by no more than
the gossamer silk she wore. He knew perfectly well what the two
of them were trying to do to him, knew it from the first time
she had come to him to tend the hurts the man had inflicted.
Everything that happened here was calculated. But it was
becoming harder and harder to care.

Only one question burned in Kazuya's mind now. He knew he should
not trust anything they said, but he had to ask. "Is it true?"

There was only a moment's pause. "Yes, Kazuya. Everything he has
told you is true."

She had never answered before, but now that he had seen the man
he had to ask again. "Who is he?"

Suddenly there was light again, a flickering golden light
utterly different from the harsh, metallic glow of that terrible
sword. He looked to see that the tray she had brought held a lit
candle beside the water bowl and cloth. It was not obvious how
she had lit the candle. He tried to pull away, but she gently
held him in place, letting his head rest upon her bosom. He
looked up into her face, and nearly choked. She looked so much
like his mother, especially the way she smiled at him. "He is
the man who will save us from the vampires," she said softly.

"Who are you?"

"I have the honor of being his devoted servant."

Kazuya shook his head slightly. "I... I /can't/ hurt her."

The woman began stroking his hair. "She's your first love, isn't
she?" Her eyes told him that he did not need to answer. She
knew. "We don't want to hurt her either, Kazuya."

"No. He hates her. I can tell."

"He hates what she is doing, Kazuya. While she is in your world,
she needs human blood to live. That is not her fault. But we
must send her back to her own world, where she does not need to
live off the blood of innocents. I believe she wants to go back,
even if she will not admit it. You must know her well, Kazuya.
Have you not seen it, her sadness, her longing for the world she
has lost?"

Sadness. It was the one thing he could never understand about
Miyu. She could delight in the smallest things, just like he
could. But the shadow that clouded her face never left her
completely, even when she smiled, even when she laughed. He had
always longed to find the key to that sadness, to unlock it and
set her free, so that he could see her unblemished smile, the
smile she must have known before. Maybe they were right. Maybe
he could never see that smile, not in this world. Maybe this was
the only way to keep them from hurting her.

He looked up into the woman's brown eyes, twinkling in the
candlelight. "Can I go with her?"

Her face fell. "Do you really mean it, Kazuya? You're sure
that's what you want?"

"Yes."

Her lips curled into a knowing smile. She looked almost
grateful, as if she felt privileged to be a witness to true
love. "Then I don't see why not."

*****

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, /splash/.

Miyu grinned, looking out at the ripples slowly spreading out
across the still pool. /I've beat your record, Kazuya-kun/.

Miyu sat down on the big rock sticking up out of the ground not
far from where the pool lapped the stony shore. Like everything
here the stone was wet from the day's intermittent rain. Her
uniform was already soaked. The elements really did not bother
her like they had before her vampire blood awakened.

When Kazuya brought her to his private place it would be on a
nicer day than today. Though they had never done anything more
intimate than skipping stones across the pond, Miyu could not
bring herself to even tell Larva about this place. Miyu owed
that much to Kazuya, she felt. Miyu had long since learned to
find beauty in darkness, but now a part of her wished for the
oppressive clouds to part and for the sun to light up this
space, to remind her of the time she shared with Kazuya here.

Miyu was not quite sure why she was here. Perhaps it was a wake.
Now that her anger had settled to a dark cloud looming over the
back of her mind, she could examine her other feelings more
closely. Kazuya had been missing for days.  She had now given
him up for dead. Whether he really was dead was immaterial.
Whether Nobunaga and Raiki really thought they could bargain
something for his life or whether this was simply a taunt, she
had no delusions about their intent. She would not and could not
let anything stand between her and her duty. That would never
happen again.

If this was a wake, she should conduct it properly. She stood
and folded her hands in front of her. She faced the pond which
she felt should be the proper resting place for the spirit she
addressed. In a clear voice she gave the eulogy.

"You reminded me of what dreams my vampire blood took from me.
In my heart, you are mated to the woman I would have become.
Though you never met that woman, she is your widow."

After a moment, Miyu turned and weaved her way through the rough
path that cut through the trees and brush that surrounded the
little pond. Overhanging branches dripped water on her as she
went. She brushed water off her face which was not tears and
emerged into the grass clearing beyond.

Kazuya waited for her beside the nearby pagoda, holding an
umbrella against the drizzle, smiling at her.

Miyu froze in place. Despite the shock, her hackles went up
instantly. She swept the ground with her eyes and with her
feelings. Nothing, no sign of danger. Kazuya was already walking
over to her, smiling as if nothing was wrong. Preferring to be
in the open, Miyu walked to meet him halfway up the slight rise
the pagoda stood atop. Could they have been wrong about Kazuya?
But there must be some reason for his disappearance.

"Hi Miyu," he said warmly. He came close enough for them to
share the umbrella. "I thought I might find you here."

"Kazuya-kun, where have you been?"

His expression sobered. "I was kidnapped, Miyu. By people who
say you're a vampire."

Miyu's intake of breath was only part way theatrical. "What?"

He looked intently at her. "It's true, Miyu, isn't it?"

Now Miyu knew what humans must feel when she fixed them with her
vampire eyes. She could not meet his gaze and lie. Slowly, she
nodded her head. "Yes, it's true." Hesitantly she reached out
and touched his arm. "I'm sorry."

Kazuya just smiled and shook his head. "I told them I'd lure you
to them. But I won't. I don't care what you are. I love you."

Miyu took a deep breath and let it out, closing her eyes for
just a moment. She had to end this, now. She looked sternly up
at him. "Kazuya, I'm grateful-"

He put a finger before her lips, effectively silencing her. "I
know. We can't be together. Even if you have to leave now, at
least let me give you something." He reached into one of the
pockets on his uniform's blazer and pulled out a white silk
handkerchief. He flipped up the top fold and held it out to her.
"Take the corner. I want you to see the inscription."

Miyu did as he asked. Kazuya pinched another corner between
thumb and forefinger and pulled his hand from hers, pulling one
side of the silk taut, letting the rest unfold and fall. The
beautiful embroidered characters covered the unusually large
handkerchief. Miyu was seeing it in reverse so she did not
realize it was her own name until it was too late. The fabric
slipped from their hands, wrapped across her chest and the spell
of binding slammed into her. Miyu stared at Kazuya, her face
locked as effectively by shock as her rigid body was by the
spell.

Kazuya stepped away, his expression showing distress that he was
keeping under control. "I'm sorry, Miyu. When this is over we'll
be together."

Miyu's eyes were drawn up to the pagoda behind Kazuya. Shinma
Raiki stood atop it now. In one prodigious leap she swept down
behind Kazuya. She held a sheathed katana. "Kazuya!" Miyu's cry
came out as more of a whimper, her cramped lungs straining
against the spell. /She's going to kill you/!

Raiki stepped up to Kazuya and held the sword out to him. Kazuya
folded and discarded the umbrella, taking the katana. "Watch for
her guardsmen. I will call when I am ready for you," the shinma
said. Kazuya seemed to be making an effort to avoid Miyu's gaze
as he stepped further away. His attention was drawn to the
pagoda, and Miyu looked there to see Nobunaga standing before
it, a glowing silver shortsword in his hand. The Kusanagi no
Tsurugi, somehow transformed from its decrepit state. Nobunaga
smiled and gave an approving nod to Kazuya, who bowed to him.

Raiki stepped closer and winked at Miyu. "Turnabout is fair
play, Guardian," she said very softly. "Return to darkness,
Shinma." Her hands came up and she put her own power into the
spell, turning it into something else. A whirlwind whipped
Miyu's hair around her. A black hole opened in the air over
Miyu's head, something she felt even before she looked up to see
it descending upon her. Miyu lock