Innocent Moon ROUGH PREVIEW
I've
lost track of the days since I was put here. I only know that I was
taken when I was only eight years old. I am now twenty-five, I think,
and have spent my life in this lonely, tiny hardwood room.
I miss
my parents and my brother.
Somehow,
I've managed to hold onto my sanity all these years by scribbling
down my thoughts and a few notes to myself, on parchments provided to
me by my kidnappers.
I'm
not treated poorly here, in fact, I'm treated rather well aside from
not being allowed to leave this room without anyone by me. I have
only seen three people since I was put it in here and that bothers
me, I had many friends as a girl and now the only face that I see is
the elder's, a girl who brushes my hair, and the man that has stood
outside my door for almost two decades.
Aside
from that, twice a week the girl comes and gently brushes my hair and
tells me how pretty it is and how soft my skin is, she showers me
with compliments in fact. I'm given fresh kimonos daily, I have a
very soft bed and many, many beautiful dolls, I'm fed as much as I
want anytime of the day.
I'm
examining one of the dolls now, my newest one, she looked a lot like
me in fact. She had lock black hair, a white kimono with a red sash
and she had very majestic make-up painted on her little, gently
smiling face. I usually pretend the dolls are my daughters, but not
this time, this time all I was doing was looking at her growing more
and more angry by the second-- I was suppose to have a husband by now
and a family, but my isolation has kept me from that! I just want to
go home! I don't care about any of this! I want my life and my family
back!
I
threw the doll across the room from my bed, as hard as I could and I
watched her face explode against the wall, leaving a small crack on
the surface.
My
face fell to my knees and I sobbed. Why me of all people? I was a
good girl and a great daughter!
Moments
after, the door unlocked and was pulled open; Elder Misurugi stepped
in, looked at the doll and frowned as he looked at me. He approached
me and knelt beside me on the bed and said,
“What's
the matter, Tachiba? Are you growing bored with your dolls? Getting
too old perhaps?”
The
Elder's heavily wrinkled face held a look of false concern. I looked
him in his deathly gray eye and said,
“No,
I've grown upset by this room. I want out now! I want to go home!”
The
Elder's frown reversed and he laughed as he spoke,
“Don't
worry, Tachiba,” he said, “Your wish will be granted later this
day,”
They
were finally going to let me go free? That easily? After nearly
twenty years they might just let me go free? I can see my family
again! I will make up for the years I've lost to this wooden box and
these glass faces.
“Why
later?” I asked, “Why not now?”
“It
is not yet time,” the Elder replied.
“When
sunset comes, the followers and I will come to collect you and lead
you to the shrine--”
“The
shrine?” I interrupted, my heart leaping up into my throat, “Why?”
“Your
calling, child. You will be elevated and deliver this world into
glory,”
Were
they going to sacrifice me? Fear gripped my tongue and I could not
speak.
“Rest
now, Tachiba,” the Elder leaned close to me and place his aged, yet
powerful, hand on the top of my head and raised his lips just before
my forehead, “You will need all of your strength for tonight,”
Then I
felt his lips press against my forehead. They were slimy, warm, and--
rough. After about twenty seconds, the Elder backed away from me,
looked me in my eyes and smiled.
Misurugi
stood up, turned around and left from the room and the door closed
and locked behind him.
The
air that rushed in hinted to me that it was early morning.
I will
not let them take me! I search the floor for the fragments of the
doll's face but found nothing, while the elder spoke with me, the
guards came in and swept up the fragments.
Damn
them! Damn Misurugi and his 'Followers'!
The
door swung open again and two younger men walked in, grinning at me.
“It's
an honor to meet you, lady Tachiba,” the younger of the two said.
The
younger one was handsome, and built. A tan hakama hung off of his
powerful frame. Upon looking him in his eyes, I felt my cheeks grow
slightly warm. He was not much older than me either. No, think
straight, they are planning to sacrifice me. This is all part of
their plan, I imagine, attempting to keep me distracted until it was
time.
“My
name is Hamada and I am Elder Misurugi's grandson,” the handsome
one said, bowing,
“It
is my honor as well, Tachiba. I am Hori. I was the guard that sat
outside your door since you came to us all those years ago,” the
shorter, older, balding one added, also bowing.
I said
nothing.
The
two lifted their heads and the three of us sat in silence until Hori
broke with,
“We've
been asked to come and collect you to prepare you for the ceremony.”
And
so, without another word, I started forward for the door. Hamada
stepped around me, however, and held up one of his powerful hands.
“But
first,” he said, “You are required to wear this,”
Hamada
lifted the other hand up and within his grip, he held a blindfold.
“Why?”
I asked.
“The
Elder has requested it.”
I nod
and Hamada stepped close to me shortly after. He smelt so clean, and
young. He had been the first man I've seen in years except for Elder
Misurugi.
I felt
a tickling in my lower belly, little lotus began bouncing around my
insides and formed a warmth that had begun to sprout between my
thighs. I have never felt this before and for a moment, I had felt
like a woman instead of a captive girl.
Darkness
enveloped me and left me with my fantasies of the young and strong
Hamada lifting me in the air with his powerful arms and bouncing me
on his-- no. He was just as insane as the rest of them.
–
By the
time Hamada had ordered me to stop, my cheeks were burning and the
warmth that had blossomed earlier, trailed up my spine.
Hamada
released my arm and removed the blindfold.
“Are
you feelng well, Tachiba? You're burning up,” he said.
“I'm
fine,” I said, “Just nervous,”
“Don't
be!” he replied, “Just think of the paradise that awaits you
beyond this place as well as the paradise you will bring to all of
us!”
Misurugi's
grandson stepped aside and exposed a beautiful bathhouse. Indoors, of
course, but very well decorated with scrolls and well kept wood. Each
picture or word I saw described or depicted some holy scene of a God
named-- Giyago. I had never heard of that name before, even with all
of the books the Elder allowed me to have.
It was
very warm here, warmer than I've felt in a very long time. Despite
being so comfortable, I couldn't help but think of the loneliness
that I still feel. I miss my family and I want to go back to them
soon. Feeling this reminded me of a poem I once read,
The
cry of the stag
Is
so loud in the empty
Mountains
that an echo
Answers
him as though
It
were a doe.
The only difference between me and that stag was that the stag had
the ability to chase after what it wanted where I was trapped by wild
dogs who simply muffled my cry.
I hadn't noticed where I was standing and because I was so caught up
in remembering that poem, I stumbled forward and was caught by
Hamada, His body had been warmer than the bathhouse, and despite my
best efforts not to fall victim to his false embrace, I had anyway.
“Careful, lady Tachiba,” Hamada said, smiling charmingly,
It took me a moment but I collected myself from his chest.
He's evil! Just like the rest of this damned cult! I had to remember
that. I needed to remain focus on my main objective, escape.
“I will be right outside the door,” Hamada said, “Call out to
me if you need anything.”
So he left and I was alone to think of a way out. It hadn't taken me
long to realize that there was, in fact, no way out except for the
front door. I foolishly decided to accept the bath, thinking it would
clear my head.
The family had given me a fresh white kimono to put on after the
bath, a basket of apples and an apple slicer. Nothing else. Not a
crack, a crawl space, no windows-- nothing. I wasn't strong enough to
break through the wood in time either.
My body was already lightly glazed with sweat and moisture and the
kimono was growing damp. I undid the ribbon in the back and let the
kimono fall about my feet.
My body felt free for the first time in many years, it also felt
awry at the same time. Some strange insane part of me had wished that
Hamada would enter and see my body.
I digress. I stepped over the kimono and hadn't hesitated dipping my
foot into the warm water, sending a welcoming chill up my cheeks. I
eased the rest of my body in and laid back into the water. I look
about the room again only to remind myself that there was no where to
go. Instead, my sight fell onto the basket of apples, all freshly
picked just for me. The steam had begun forming itself on the skin of
the apple, defining its crisp skin. My mouth had begun to water and I
couldn't help myself, so I snatched one from the basket and sunk my
teeth into it.
At that moment, I felt chained to the pool. I released a trembling
breath as I sunk my neck into the water. As my body had become use to
the heat, I took the biggest bite of the apple I could manage--
careful to contain the rich juices within. Instantly, as the apple
chunk slid down my throat, a wave of nostalgia washed over me;
visions of my father's orchard on a hot summer's day coarsed itself
through my being. I had a cup of tea in my hand, I watched my father
bark orders at my brothers as they all slaved and-- played in the
unrelenting sun. Mother was beside me, writing her haiku's that I
never had the chance to read. Times were so simple as a girl, in
fact, time didn't seem to exist at all. Now, all I can think about is
how quick time can leave us, like a blossom falling from a tree. Oh,
how I miss them. I can't wait to see them again-- but wait, I won't--
I'm stuck here unless I can-- escape!
My head shot out of the water and I stood up, stumblng the rest of
my body out of the pool. I must have fallen asleep! How much time
have I lost? No time to figure that out now.
I had to cover myself and find some way out if it wasn't too late.
I ran for the white kimono, kicking over the basket of fruits. I
snatch the kimono of of its line and wrap myself tightly inside of
it, the cloth seemed to cling perfectly to me and define my frame
exactly as it should be. My next instinct decided to call out to
Hamada. A little more panicked than I should have sounded. Instantly,
he barged in, asking me if I was okay.
What now? What could I use? The apple slicer! It's in the pool! Why
hadn't I thought of that first?
Hori had entered with Hamada. I had to fight my way out if I planned
to escape.
“What is it, Tachiba?” Hori asked,
“Could I have lunch?” I said.
“It's near dinner and it should be ready shortly!” Hamada said,
“In fact, why don't we take you to the dining hall now?”
“I'm
sorry, but I need a little more time to prepare,”
“I'm afraid
it's too late for that. You've been in here for four hours, lady
Tachiba. We have servants who will fix you up properly.”
Hori approached me with the blindfold again and I immediately dove
into the pool and retrieved the apple slicer.
“Tachiba what are you doing?” Hamada said.
Hori bent down to help me, but I seized the moment to drive the
knife into the side of his neck. The blood pulsed out of his neck in
rhythm with his rapidly slowing heartbeat and continued to do so
until he ceased to moved in a puddle of his own blood. Hamada stood
frozen, unable to act as I leaped out of the pool and out the door. I
found myself in a long narrow hall and I decided to take a left, then
a right, then another right, when I finally heard Hamada call,
“She's running away! Grab her!”
