Hanzai Japan: Fantastical, Futuristic Stories of Crime From and About Japan (21 page)

Before I can yell at him again, he walks away. Only one thing to do: I unsling my guitar, gently set it down, and charge after him.

“Kit, wait!” Miki yells, as Ru shouts, “That’s not a good idea!”

“I have to do something,” I shout back. “He can’t just lurk in doorways and get away with it!”

Miki turns panicked. “But he could be dangerous!”

He’s far too handsome to be dangerous. Mysterious yes, but not dangerous. At least not a bad dangerous. Heroic dangerous, maybe. He looks like a hero.

“Hey!”
I yell, and what do you know, he actually turns around.

“What?” he asks. His voice is soft but somehow compelling—authoritative and full of secrets. The voice totally goes with that suit.

“I want to know what you’re doing here! You’re not really a student, are you?”

His gaze is appraising. Smoldering, and appraising. He has better eyelashes than I do.

Finally, with a curt, dismissive nod he says, “It’s best you don’t know. Don’t pay any attention to me. Go back to your friends.” He walks on, turning the corner ahead.

When I chase him around the corner, he’s gone.

Disaster.

Principal Jono is trying to cancel the band auditions for the Spring Dance. I argue with him, explaining that the auditions are a necessary distraction from the current tragic events and that hearing us perform would raise morale among the students.

“But Kit,” he says sadly. He’s a large, balding man with a thin comb-over and drooping face. “I don’t think we’ll be able to even hold the Spring Dance. Band auditions seem just a little … pointless right now.”

I declare, “What lesson are you teaching us with that kind of attitude? Are you saying we should give up? Are you telling us that perseverance in the face of adversity is not a good quality to have? Of course not! We must show that we are better than the evil that lurks in the rest of the world! Cherry Blossom High School and the Spring Dance will not be defeated!”

He relents, but I think only to make me go away.

Another reason I started a Shonen Knife cover band is the clothes. Basically, we can wear whatever we want, as long as we match. We can wear surf T-shirts or white tunics or leather jackets or bell-bottoms or miniskirts. And no matter what, we’re
cute,
spreading brightly colored happiness wherever we go. Lizard Blood, with their fancy corsets and big crinolines and little bitty hats and velvet boots and too much makeup—it’s like a uniform with them. Baby-doll fascists. It’s sad, really.

I would spy on Lizard Blood—do they plan on playing a lot of screechy thrash or are they actually going to go with a set list that people can dance to? Because if they expect to win the audition they have to play stuff that people can dance to. Unless Yuki has paid off all the judges. This is an angle I haven’t considered, and it leaves me thoughtful, because even with all the banks shut down, her family is so rich that she still has money. She keeps telling everyone she still has money, anyway.

If she’s paying off judges, what can I do to compete? Nothing. Unless I can somehow expose her bribery plot. Maybe, just maybe, the New Guy is here to investigate Yuki. That would be helpful.

After the banks lost all their money, a bunch of people started looting grocery stores and things because pretty soon they wouldn’t be able to buy anything. Some people tried to keep going to work and pretending everything was normal, convinced that their money would return and they’d get paid and the police would arrest all the looters and everything would be fine.

But then the water stopped. The hackers broke into the computer systems handling the city’s water treatment and distribution plants and deleted the software. Water flowing through pipes stopped. No more showers, no more drinking. The hoarding of bottled water began. People fled, and the streets and trains out of the city became impassible.

Everyone says it will only be a matter of time before the hackers destroy the power grid as well. I don’t think they’ll go that far since they need the power grid and computer networks functional in order to do all that hacking in the first place. Nevertheless, just in case, I acquire a gas-powered electric generator for our instruments. Even if the city goes completely dark, we will still be able to audition for the Spring Dance. If I’m truly lucky, Lizard Blood will not have an electric generator, but since Yuki is rich I’m not counting on it. She has everything. If we’re going to defeat her, we need to rely on our immense talent, the fact that we are good guys, and the sheer uplifting power of the music of Shonen Knife.

The dance will be in the gymnasium, the biggest room in the school, with polished wood floors, a high ceiling, and one wall full of windows looking over the city’s downtown skyscrapers and monorail tracks. The monorail isn’t running anymore because the hackers corrupted the system’s software. A couple of trains crashed before the authorities shut it down.

Miki and Ru come with me to scout out the area where we’ll be playing for auditions tomorrow. Well, Ru and I scout, and Miki sits in a corner and works on her deck: headphones on, eyes on screen like there’s nothing else in the world. It’s weird.

“What are you doing on your deck all day? You can’t possibly have that much homework.” The teachers who still bother showing up have stopped assigning homework in favor of teaching us survival techniques like starting fires, collecting dew for drinking water, and spinning wool into yarn. Who knew they’re all survivalists? It’s almost comforting.

“Nothing. Never mind. It’s a secret.”

Like that isn’t suspicious.

And then when I turn around—there he is again. New Guy. Watching us from yet another doorway.
Staring,
like some creep. A very handsome creep in a nice suit, but still.

I’m about to yell, but he slips away as if he hadn’t been there at all. Miki and Ru also look after him.

“That’s it,” I mutter.

“You said it,” Ru mutters with me. Her hair starts to get messy, which means she’s about to rage out.

“Don’t worry. We’ll find out what this is all about. I have an idea.”

Here’s how we set a trap for New Guy. First, we schedule another impromptu practice. Technically, we don’t have the practice room reserved, but since no one else at the school is playing any music and most classes have been canceled, no one stops us. The trick is, we have to catch him as soon as he shows up. No delay, no time for him to figure out anything’s wrong. Just boom, captured, and then we can shine a bright light on him and demand that he spill the beans.

But Miki isn’t there. We get the practice room at the right time, have our ropes and a flashlight and everything ready to go, and she’s not there. How are we going to fool New Guy into thinking this is a legitimate practice if Miki isn’t here?

“This isn’t going to work.” Ru looks despondent.

“No, it will. The plan doesn’t change.”

We wait in ambush, standing on either side of the doorway, each of us holding a can of Silly String. I plug my phone into speakers and play a concert bootleg of “Redd Kross.” Maybe it won’t fool him—maybe he’ll know it’s actually Shonen Knife on a recording and not us—but I’m willing to take that risk.

We hold our breaths and wait, wait. … At our other practice, this was about the time New Guy appeared in the doorway. Sure enough, listening hard past the beat and the bass line, I hear footsteps, a careful approach of expensive loafers. Ru and I exchange a glance.

New Guy peeks in, looking confused for a moment when he doesn’t see anyone. That’s when we attack.

Silly String is a really good weapon because it’s totally shocking and totally nonlethal. We cover him in instant rubbery spaghetti. Futilely, he puts up his hands to fend off the swarm of plastic, but it’s no good—he’s covered. When he stumbles back, trying to turn and get a good look at his attackers, he trips over the rope we slung across the floor. He goes down with a crash and lies prone. We stand over him, empty cans held out like guns. Ru is growling.

“What are you
doing
?” he exclaims, picking Silly String from his face, blinking at us. His thin frown might be curled into a snarl.

“Why are you following us?” I demand. “What do you want with us? Are you spying on us for Yuki? Are you working for Lizard Blood?”

“What are you talking about?” he says with admirable calm, given that he’s lying on the floor covered in yellow, orange, green, and blue Silly String. He starts to sit up. The plastic bits come off him in one giant sheet.

“Don’t move!” Ru shouts. Her eyes are red and her teeth are bared like a wolf’s. If she could grow fangs, she would. He doesn’t move.

“It’s all right,” I say to her, lowering my now-empty cans of string. “I think he’s safe.”

He regards us both. “Where is your friend? Your bass player.”

My heart gives a little jump knowing that he pays attention enough to know who plays what instrument and that he knows the difference between a bass and a guitar. Not everyone does.

“She’s out. Why do you care?”

He looks at us so calmly, speaks so evenly, you’d never know he’d just been attacked with Silly String. “Because it’s true. I am spying on you.”

“What?!” Ru yells, and I have to grab her arm before she starts clawing at him.

“Why?” I say. “Who are you working for?”

“May I ask you a question?”

He totally isn’t a student. He’s not even trying to pass for one anymore, not that he ever did. He stands, scraping off the rest of the string. “Do you know what your friend Miki does on her deck all day?”

Ru and I look at each other. I say, “Homework, I think.”

New Guy is very serious now. “We’ve traced the cyber attacks on the national banks and water system to this school. We believe one of the students here at Cherry Blossom is the hacker.”

“You … you don’t think it’s Miki, do you? It can’t possibly be Miki!”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s a good guy! Because she knows all about Shonen Knife! Because I trust her!”

He presses those skeptical lips together. I almost cry.

“If you trust her, then help me clear her. Find out what she’s doing with her deck. But don’t tell her I’m investigating her.”

“We can’t spy on our friend!” Ru says. But of course, we can. We have to, and New Guy knows it.