No. 6

Chapter 1.

These are English translations for the novel No. 6 by Asano Atsuko.
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CHAPTER 5
Into the Unknown Light
In the heavens, black clouds gathered
On the earth, bl.u.s.tering winds blew
For seven months and seven nights, the storm clouds covered the sky
For nine months and nine nights, violent gusts buffeted the land.
The waters of Yangtze swelled up to the top,
and river waters spread to every corner of the land.

- Chinese myth - Creation Story of the Lisu
Trans. Kimijima Hisako (Chik.u.ma Shobo) [1]

"Ma"am, can I have some m.u.f.fins, please?" Lili came bursting into the store.

"Huh?" She stopped abruptly, and blinked quizzically, still clenching the coins in her fist. Karan couldn"t help but smile at how adorable she was.

"You"re here again, Uncle?"

Yoming smiled wryly at his niece"s frank att.i.tude.

"Lili, I"m here to do my job. You understand, right?"

"What job?"

"You know Ms. Karan"s m.u.f.fins, the ones you love so much? I"m going to write a feature on them. An impressive job, don"t you think?"

"What"s a feature gonna do?"

"It"ll make the m.u.f.fins famous. Ms. Karan will have lots and lots of customers."

"I don"t want that," Lili said, puffing out her cheeks sulkily as she glared at her uncle. "If everyone buys her m.u.f.fins, there won"t be any left for me."

"Don"t worry," Karan said as she took two m.u.f.fins out of the display case. "You"re my important customer. I"ll always set aside some for you. Cheese and raisin, one of each. The raisin one is a present from me."

"Really? Thank you," Lili glowed. "Can I eat it now?"

"Sure you can," Karan said. "It"s right about tea time, anyway. Why don"t we make some hot cocoa for Lili, hmm?"

"Yay! You"re the best," Lili grinned.

How lovable she is.

Karan"s heart warmed. It always happened when she saw children smile. A warm, gentle feeling rose up inside her heart each time.

As a resident of Lost Town, an older district of No. 6, Lili was certainly not in the most plentiful of environments. In a city like this, where elites sat at the pinnacle and a complete hierarchy ruled, no matter how hard Lili tried, she would never be able to climb to the upper echelons. Lost Town was a residential district for people who sat at the bottom of the hierarchy. Among adults, there were many people who showed listlessness or angry abandon at their defeat, but children were not infected by this. They raced down alleyways, laughed at the smallest things, and set their eyes aglow at tasty foods. Perhaps this was an easier place to live for them compared to Chronos, where they would be placed under strict management and thorough instruction.

I want them to be happy.

Karan thought in her heart while she gazed at Lili"s carefree smile.

I want the children, at least, to be happy.

But what should I do so that they can? As an adult, what am I able to do? I can"t even save my only son, or even the girl that loved him―

"Karan, what"s the matter?"

Yoming lifted his face from photographing the m.u.f.fins and croissants.

"Oh, no, I was just―"

"Were you thinking about your son?"

"I guess you can say that... But I"m always thinking about Shion," Karan said. "I haven"t forgotten about him for a single second. He appeared in my dreams last night, too."

"Of course," Yoming said softly. "Of course―you"re a mother. I"m sorry, that was inconsiderate of me."

Karan turned to face Yoming, and shook her head firmly.

"He looked very well."

"What?"

"My son. He was smiling. He looked a little thinner, but he had such a nice smile on his face. I thought, my, this boy must be happy. I was happy, too. Even my heart felt a little lighter when I woke up."

"Happy, huh," Yoming said thoughtfully. "Karan, whatever state he"s in, your son is out there alive. That"s for sure."

"And I"m grateful for it."

As long as you"re alive, I won"t ask for anything more.

Shion, live―and come back to me once more.

She placed a cup of cocoa down in front of Lili, and a cup of coffee in front of Yoming.

"Huh? Are you eating too, Uncle?" Lili asked sternly. "Don"t you think you"re overstaying your welcome?"

Yoming choked on his coffee. Karan burst out laughing.

"Both you and your uncle are my special customers. It"s on the house," she rea.s.sured her.

"Okay," Lili replied, somewhat unconvinced. "You know, Mommy thinks Uncle Yo might be making moves on you, ma"am. What"s "making moves" mean?"

"Oh dear," Karan said with a smile.

Yoming broke into a fit of coughing.

"Th-That"s absurd," he sputtered. "Tell Renka―tell your mother, that Uncle Yo was very, very angry about that."

"I don"t think Mommy"s gonna be scared of you even if you get mad," Lili said boldly. "You won"t get dinner next time you come to our house, Uncle."

Karan was so amused by the sour expression on Yoming"s face that she knelt down behind the display case to succ.u.mb to laughter. As she laughed, she remembered what Yoming was saying to her before Lili came in.

Karan, do you think we ought to keep on being this way?

That was how Yoming had started the conversation.

Do you think this city, No. 6, should keep being the way it is? You might not know much, but you do know enough. You know that this place is built on lies.

Yes, I know.

Both you and I have had our sons stolen from us. You still have hope, but my son will never come back again. Nor my wife. This city eats people up like a demon.

Yes.

Karan. Don"t you think we can change this place?

Pardon me?

Don"t you think we could change the Holy City so it can be reborn again into a place of human beings?

Us... change...?

Not only the two of us. There are others who have realized the true nature of the Holy City. We"re―

That was when Lili had come bursting in.

Karan lapsed into thought.

Instead of just waiting, just praying, or just crying the days away, what can I do to embrace Shion again? What can I do to save Safu?

Cheep-cheep.

There was a small squeak. A cry she had long awaited. A small mouse was curled up under the display case. Its long tail and grape-coloured eyes shone in Karan"s vision like diamonds. In the long hours after Shion had disappeared, what strong support this tiny creature had given her at times when she felt like she would be washed away by her despair, loneliness, and hopelessness.

She gently placed a morsel of cheese m.u.f.fin on the floor.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

"You came again."

A pea-sized capsule dropped into her outstretched palm. It was a letter from Shion. She had been told at the beginning that if anything out-of-place happened, a black mouse would come to notify her. It was a brown mouse this time, like the last. Shion was still safe. He was still alive. Perhaps he was even breaking out into joyous laughter now and then.

Shion.

She spread open the contents of the capsule with trembling fingers. It was a folded sc.r.a.p of paper. On it was just a single line.

That was all it said. It was Shion"s writing, without a doubt. It was his letter, which she had long hoped for. But a sense of unease rippled through Karan"s heart. This―

Mom, thank you. I"ll love you always.

These were almost like words of farewell. Like a last kiss, a last embrace, the last words.

Mom, thank you. I"ll love you always.

Goodbye.

The last unwritten line swirled inside her head.

She stood up. She felt faint. The ceiling, the floor, was spinning.

"Karan!"

"Ma"am!"

She heard Yoming and Lili calling her from far away.

Shion, wait.

She reached out and yelled.

Where are you going? What do you plan to do? Don"t tell me―Don"t say you"re―

The Correctional Facility.

She couldn"t stop shaking. Karan was seized by the horror of what her actions had brought about.

She had told him about Safu. Shion was intending to help her escape. He was the kind of boy who would do something like that. It was something Karan would have known he would do. She should have known more than anyone else.

Her ego as a mother emerged fully exposed.

I shouldn"t have told him. Out of all people, I should never have told Shion.

No, Shion. You can"t go. You can"t be the one that dies.

Wait, wait.

She fell to her knees. In front of her was a small mouse. It was holding the m.u.f.fin morsel in both paws, and nibbling at it.

Nezumi―

Uncertainty weighed heavily upon her chest, and her heart felt like it was being wrung.

Where are you? Are you by his side? If you are, then please don"t leave him. I"m begging you. Protect him. Protect him.

Nezumi!

The air was thick with the stench of blood, refuse, and sweat. The people had been crowded into a windowless cargo container, squeezed so much they could barely move, and they were gasping amidst the stench of blood, refuse, and sweat. He couldn"t breathe. It was hot and humid in this confined s.p.a.ce, and there was no light. It was like they were not even permitted to breathe.

Beside Shion, a man entering his senior years gave a short gasp. After several sharp breaths, his head lolled forward. Shion could feel the man"s body begin to convulse repeatedly through his own shoulder, which was pushed up against him. Shion managed to squirm enough to get his hand free and place it on the man"s mouth.

"Nezumi," he said.

"What?"

"This man―he just died."

"I see," Nezumi responded flatly. "Did he have a heart attack or something?"

"It might be."

"I see. Well, if he was able to go quickly, maybe it was all the more lucky for him."

Maybe it was luckier to be able to die here, rather than not being able to die here. Nezumi"s words weren"t sarcastic or joking. It was probably the truth.

As Shion withstood the weight of the deceased man, he thought about the baby―the small baby he had left along with a dog in the shadows of the rubble. Would the baby survive?

"Inukashi"s probably in a rage right about now." A smile spread thinly across Nezumi"s lips.

"Huh?"

"He"d be flying off the handle because you dumped that baby into his care. I can just imagine him holding that wailing baby in his arms and cursing you to high heaven."

"He"d take care of the baby somehow, wouldn"t he?"

"Who knows? It"s probably already taking everything he"s got to take care of himself and his dogs. Though he probably won"t go as far as to feed the baby to them."

"Inukashi"s kind," Shion said firmly. "He wouldn"t abandon a helpless baby."

"Wouldn"t he, now?"

"He wouldn"t, because he"s been raised by a compa.s.sionate mother."

"I see. So you"re taking advantage of his compa.s.sion and kindness to dump that baby on him, huh?"

"Oh―well, I guess if you put it that way, I have. I didn"t realize."

"It might be hard to imagine for Little Mr. Naive, but it"s tough. Babies and puppies are different. Humans take ten times more ha.s.sle. Poor Inukashi, he has to cut back on his own food income to care for someone else"s baby."

"I"ll apologize," Shion said simply.

"What?"

"I"ll apologize next time I see him."

If you ever do, Nezumi muttered as he shrugged his shoulders.

"But how could you tell?" Shion asked. "How did you know I was thinking about the baby?"

"We"ve been together long enough to get sick of each other. I can tell most of the time. You"re pretty easy to read, and―no―" Nezumi cut off abruptly, and touched his neck. That"s not it, he muttered. "I can"t read you at all."

Suddenly, they heard m.u.f.fled sobbing from somewhere. It was a feeble voice, belonging to a woman.

"Oh... oh... oh..."

As if dragged along by her weeping, there came an eruption of sobbing from all over. Some belonged to women, others to men. No one was strong enough to raise their voice in an anguished cry. Seized by despair, exhaustion, and fear, they could only weep softly, in a voice that was barely audible.

As he squatted on the floor hugging his knees, Shion felt the tearful sniffling of the people soaking into his body.Oh, oh, oh...
Oh, oh, oh...

He wanted to cover his ears, but he knew he could not. Even if he did, it would come seeping in through his skin. It would seep in through his nostrils, the tips of his hair.Oh, oh, oh...
Oh, oh, oh...

Nezumi lifted his chin, and shifted his body slightly.

A song rang out. It was a song Shion had never heard before.On the mountaintop far away, the snows are melting
Becoming the stream that colours green in the beech wood
The fields are now br.i.m.m.i.n.g with blossoms
And a maiden more beautiful than they
Makes a vow of love in the beech wood
O youth
Wet your feet in the green waters
And gallop to me like a deer
Before the blossoms fall, come and kiss the maiden"s hair

It was a strange voice. Inukashi had once said that his song was like the wind, and that it stole the soul away like a wind scattering flower petals. He was right―Shion could feel his heart being enveloped by the song, and his soul being beckoned away. In this hopeless s.p.a.ce without a ray of light, for just an instant, flowers bloomed, water babbled, and the lovers glowed.

The sobbing ceased. The people were enchanted by the song.

Here, in this h.e.l.lish place, they had heard a beautiful song. It was like they had encountered a miracle. And it meant that these things could happen. Even if we"ve been cast down into the pits of h.e.l.l, it doesn"t mean we"ve been torn away whole from beautiful things.

Nezumi caught his breath, and gave a dry cough.

"That was a stretch. There"s just not enough air in here. My voice won"t last."

"That"s more than enough," Shion rea.s.sured him. "It"s amazing... I don"t know how to describe it... this is my first time hearing you sing."

"Well, the acoustics here aren"t the greatest. There"s no orchestra, and no spotlight. On the stage it would look a little better."

"I"d love to hear it."

"Then let me extend you an invitation. Box seats, the best in the house. You should bring Inukashi and his baby too."

"I will. I bet even a crying baby would quiet down after hearing you sing."

"Shion, I was kidding," Nezumi said flatly. "Don"t take it seriously."

"Eve." Someone raised his voice in the darkness. "Sing for us, Eve. Don"t stop singing."

"Yeah, Eve. Sing for us."

Shion touched Nezumi"s shoulder.

"Everyone wants to hear your song."

"I"m being put through slave labour now, am I?"

"You can save people with your singing. Nezumi, you"re amazing." Even Shion himself knew how inept his words of praise sounded. He was embarra.s.sed. But he did mean what he said.

Nezumi, you"re amazing.

"Shion, you can"t save people with songs or tales," Nezumi said coldly. "It"ll make them forget their suffering for a little while. But that"s about all it can do. They can"t save people in any of the real sense of the word."

"Eve, sing us "All the Shimmering Things"," a woman"s voice pleaded.

"Geez," Nezumi muttered. "If the Manager finds out I"ve got fans even in a place like this, he"d probably burst into tears of joy."

Sing for us, Eve. In this moment, give us your song.

The truck slackened its speed just a little.

"We"ve pa.s.sed through the gates," Nezumi muttered, in a voice low enough that only Shion could hear. Then he began to sing softly again. This song had a loping tempo, with a touch of melancholy.The pearls at the bottom of the sea
The stars winking in the night sky
And the love that rests in my heart
All the shimmering things I surrender to you
The sea grows stormy―the pearls disappear
The sky grows stormy―the stars disappear
But my love will never change
Through generations of time
Things that shimmer for eternity are just

The truck stopped. The song cut off abruptly, and atmosphere in the cargo container froze over again.

"Shion, you hear me?" Nezumi whispered quietly. His voice was heavy now, completely different from when he was singing. "No matter what happens, don"t get separated from me."

Shion nodded. He clenched his fists.

No matter what happens, I"ll never leave you.

The truck doors opened.

"Get off the truck."

The crowd swarmed off the truck as they were told. Shion followed the throng. Nezumi nudged him in the ribs.

"That"s the Correctional Facility. The place thy breast hath ached longingly for."

Shion swallowed. He swallowed, and stared at the building before him. It was a building of white walls. This piece of architecture, almost devoid of any embellishments and clearly designed to prioritize efficiency, was something Shion was used to seeing in No. 6.

Apart from the fact that it had very few windows, this building looked perfectly normal. Its height was about the same as that of the Moondrop, and four wings about two storeys high protruded from it in different directions, like arms. The protrusions were perhaps unusual, but not something that gave off an oppressive or foreboding air.

Shion had expected something more hideous. He had believed it to be something so hideous, he would not be able to lay his eyes on it.

The Correctional Facility, which was coloured crimson in the rays of the setting sun, could easily pa.s.s as a medical building. It appeared a sterile and functional place to the eye.

It was far from what he had imagined.

This was the Correctional Facility―and this was where Safu was.

"This would be the back of the building," Nezumi said. "The front doesn"t look much different, though. So, how is it? Looks a lot more decent than you imagined, doesn"t it?"

"A lot more decent," Shion agreed. "It almost looks like a normal building."

"Yup. But maybe "normal" is the scariest thing about it."

"Walk forward."

The mob lurched forward. The line fell slightly out of array few metres ahead of Shion. Someone had collapsed. A soldier approached, and dragged the person away from the line. It was an old woman wrapped in a tattered shawl. She was thrown out onto the ground like a rag doll.

"Nezumi, what"s gonna happen to her?"

"Don"t worry yourself with other people"s problems. Even if you knew what would happen, it"s not like you"d be able to do anything."

Another person fell. It was a young woman. Her clothes were torn, and she buckled to her knees, with her arms covering her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s. One of the soldiers out of the evenly-s.p.a.ced line dragged her out promptly. The same thing was occurring both behind and in front of Shion.

Are they sorting us?

Saliva welled up inside his mouth.

They put us in a confined s.p.a.ce, so crowded we couldn"t breathe; put us through confusion, despair, terror... but even after that brutal experience, now they"re selecting those who can still manage to walk in a straight line?

"Yeah," Nezumi nodded. "They"re sorting us. They"re disposing of the ones who"ve gotten weak or died during the transport."

"What"s the sorting for?"

"I don"t know. I still don"t know what they"re planning to use us for."

"Funny you wouldn"t know, huh, even though you seem to know everything I"m thinking about."

"Heavens," Nezumi exclaimed in mock surprise. "To think you can still be sarcastic in these conditions! That"s quite something. Worthy of praise, my boy."

"I was trained by you―I"ve toughened up."

"But the real sorting is only starting."

"Just starting, huh..."

They trudged in the bl.u.s.tering wind. In that time, several people collapsed, and were removed from the line.

Among them were those who lay still, those who shook in the cold, and those groaning in pain. Without exception, they were all dragged out and herded into one spot.

What"s going to happen to them? What"s going to happen, what"s going to happen? I don"t know. Even if I did, there would be nothing I could do to help it.

His emotions began to grow numb, starting from the extremities. He was getting used to atrocity. He was becoming unperceptive to brutal murder. His thoughts slowed and became sluggish. The death of others no longer fazed him.

Shion reached out and grabbed Nezumi"s arm. He made sure he could feel the body of flesh at his fingertips.

Nezumi, keep me as the human I am.

"There"s a chance―" Nezumi dropped his gaze. "―that you might change."

"Huh?"

"Here―in this Correctional Facility, you might change."

"What"re you talking about?"

"Maybe the time will come when I"ll finally realize―I never knew a thing about you."

"Nezumi, what are you saying?"

Nezumi clamped his mouth shut, and fell silent.

The people were ordered to stop in front of a set of black doors.

"Begin entering, starting with the ones at the front. Do not make any noise."

The line was divided into three groups, and the first group disappeared beyond the other side of the door. There was not a sound. A few minutes later, the door opened again.

"Next."

It was Shion and his group"s turn.

We"re going in there?

Into the interior of the Correctional Facility.

He had steeled himself. He had already made the decision. But he could not help shrinking back a little. His heart was expanding so much, he felt like it would burst through his pectoral muscles.

"This was the only way," Nezumi said softly, his gaze staring steadily ahead. "This was the only way we had, Shion."

"Nezumi..."

"Let"s go."

"Yeah."

A gust of wind blew past them. The doors swung open on each side.

"Eve," someone yelled suddenly from somewhere behind. "A song for us. A song―"

A soldier wordlessly fired his gun. There was the heavy thud of a body crumpling on the ground. The voice was cut off mid-scream, and the roar of the wind grew stronger.

d.a.m.nit.

Nezumi"s lips moved to form the words.

d.a.m.nit. Someday, someday surely I"ll―

"Move forward."

Beyond the door was a world of darkness.

It was too dark to decipher how large the s.p.a.ce was. Like the cargo container, they were squeezed in well past the capacity of people it could hold.

The doors closed.

Lurch. The whole room began to shake. And it began to move. They were moving down at a considerable speed.

"An elevator, huh." The floorplan of the Correctional Facility emerged in Shion"s mind. The blank s.p.a.ce underground. This is it. We"re moving down into that place.

They were descending. Descending. It was like they were falling into the abyss.

Nezumi"s arm slid around his waist.

"Hold onto me. No matter what happens, never let go."

"Nezumi, what―"

"We"re going to h.e.l.l together."

The arm around his waist grew tighter.

"But we"re coming back alive. Don"t forget that, Shion."

"Of course."

The elevator stopped. The darkness wavered.

"We"re gonna fall."

Nezumi"s voice echoed into a world cloaked in darkness.
-- END OF CHAPTER --

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Notes
Translated from the j.a.panese, as I could not find a published English translation. If anyone knows the original Chinese and can do a translation, please let me know! For reference, here is the j.a.panese (it may have borrowed the Chinese characters directly): (back)
天空には黒雲がたちこめ、
大地には狂風が吹きすさび、
七月七夜黒雲がおおい、
九月九夜暴風が吹き荒れた。
江水は天辺にみなぎり、
河水は地角に蔓延した。 Font credit to Ingo Zimmermann for Biro Script (Shion).

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