Chapter Three: Iikiba’s Secret.
Iikiba walked down the street, umbrella held
over him. He was heading in no particular direction. He was
disappointed that he couldn’t get the recipe, yet at the same time, he
knew that he couldn’t blame Ukyou for her decision. I wish I could
have told her everything, he thought, but she wouldn’t be able to
handle the truth, and it might have spoiled everything.
He looked down the street for an empty lot,
wooded area, park or anyplace, which he could set up for the night.
He couldn’t see any of those types of places. Instead, there were
a lot of cars zooming past, and drivers screaming at him to get out of
the middle of the intersection. As a car raced towards him, Iikiba
decided that getting off the road would be an excellent idea. He
leaped onto the roof of the oncoming car and rebound off it onto the sidewalk,
his umbrella held high above him at all times and narrowly missing the
spray of water that the passing vehicle created. The last thing
that I need right now is to get wet, he thought.
He resumed his search for a campsite.
As he walked, he wondered about how he was going to return home.
He thought about what he said to Ukyou -- A place far away indeed,
he snorted. Then he wondered whether or not his parents sent anyone
after him. In a way, he hoped so, even though it was very embarrassing
to be taken home like a toddler. But with help, at least he would
reach home.
He quickly avoided a splash of water.
An old woman was watering the ground before her property. Iikiba
cursed. Why the hell is she doing this in the rain?
He leaped out the way as more water came towards him, determined to remain
dry. But as he landed, he slipped on the wet cement and landed into
a puddle, and his reason to stay dry suddenly became moot.
Jiro was running down the street.
“C’mon Oniisan, I want to get to the park
before the wind picks up again,” she called out behind her.
“I’m coming!” replied Ryouga.
Jiro listened to the rain as it fell.
It hinted at the upcoming breeze.
“Wind’s picking up again.” Then she
felt the wind blowing the rain onto her back and soaking her tunic.
“Oniisan, are you all still with me?”
When there was no answer, she looked behind her to find Ryouga’s pack and
clothes on the ground, the umbrella upside-down and no little black pig
in sight.
“Ah, damn,” she muttered to herself, “not
again.”
Jakku Mizuno decided to put his hunt for Jiro
on hold as his stomach started to grumble. Damn her!
His raincoat was keeping him dry, but barely, and the cold was getting
to him. He decided to blame Jiro for his present discomfort as well
as the reason he has been forced to chase her for the past five years.
After all, if Jiro hadn’t spilt the bucket, he wouldn’t have had to follow
that stupid law which said that he had to kill her, and he wouldn’t be
standing in the rain right now. Why did you have to drop the sacred
water? I just want to go home. His stomach grumbled again.
Jakku sighed, he hardly had enough money on him to buy food, and his supplies
were practically gone. He had no idea on how he was going to get
the funds to feed himself.
He looked down the sidewalk and saw a backpack
in the middle of a puddle. I wonder if it belongs to that Hibiki
guy that Jiro’s travelling with. With the rain coming down as
hard as it was, it would be no surprise if the guy shifted into his Jusenkyou
form and got lost immediately afterwards.
With his education of water, he has been instructed
in the knowledge about the various forms of water-spells, enchantments
and curses, but Jakku always believed that the Jusenkyou curses were a
myth, until Jiro started following the guy with no sense of direction.
Then he saw what water could do to such an individual.
He reached the backpack and saw a pile of
clothes and umbrella next to it. The clothes weren’t yellow and green
like he expected, but red and grey. Oh well, thought Jakku,
Finders-Keepers. He reached into the pocket of the pants and pulled
out some money. Then he snorted in disgust when he realised that
money he was holding was different from any Japanese yen that he knew of.
Now what do I do? he wondered. Then he saw the tag on the backpack.
It read:
If found (and if you can pick it up), please
return backpack and surrounding articles to :
Ucchan’s Okonomiyaki Restaurant
for one free meal of okonomiyaki,
the best in Japan!
Jakku grinned. At least that’s something. He knew where the restaurant was and that the food there was extremely good. He won’t starve tonight, providing he could get the backpack and other stuff to the restaurant on time before it closes. He picked up, grunting under the weight, grabbed the clothes and umbrella and started walking towards Ucchan’s.
Ranma-chan sighed. She was presently
hiding from the wrath of Akane and her Mallet of Justice in a nearby alley.
Why
do these things always happen to me? She had not forgotten that
she avoided dinner, insulted Akane and her cooking. But as far as
she was concerned, Ranma’s fiancée attacked her for no reason.
“Stupid Tomboy,” she muttered.
As if in response to her comment, a force
crashed into her stomach like a thrown bowling ball. Ranma lost her
footing and crashed to the ground. She sat stunned for a moment then
looked down at the small black pig that had just bowled into her.
Then she grabbed him by the yellow and black bandanna around his neck and
gave him a shake.
“Ryouga! Why the hell did you do that
for?”
P-chan squealed angrily while squirming in
Ranma’s grasp trying to scratch her with his hooves.
Ranma gave the pig a dirty look.
“Look,” she said. “It ain’t my fault
that Akane can’t take any constructive criticism.” In response, P-chan
squealed some more. Ranma thought about something for a moment, then
re-addressed the pig in a more reasonable tone.
“Listen, I gotta ask you something about that
guy at Ucchan’s, y’know, the brown-hair one with the umbrella and spatulas.”
P-chan stopped squirming and looked back at
Ranma-chan.
“I’ve seen him before, I know I have, I just
can’t place him.” She turned and started to head towards the dojo.
Ukyou was just about to lock up for the night.
The police had already come and removed the hanging thug just a little
while ago, and the last customer had just left. But when she reached
the newly fixed door, she was surprised by a hulking silhouette stepping
into the shop. However, when the figure stepped through the threshold
and into the light, he turned out to be Jakku Mizuno with an extra backpack
and umbrella that looked familiar.
“Sorry Sugar, I’m just closing,” she said
to him.
“Wait, Kuonji-san, I have this,” he gestured
to the backpack.
“It’s nice, Sugar, but it ain’t mine.”
“I know,” Jakku dropped the pack onto the
floor. “But look at this.” He held out the tag that was fastened
to one of the zippers.
Ukyou recognised the umbrella and backpack
as Iikiba’s. Then she read the tag.
“...For one free meal of okonomiyaki ... Why
that JACKASS! I’m going to kill that jerk!”
Jakku’s face fell.
“Does this mean I won’t get the okonomiyaki?”
he asked.
Ukyou snapped out of her ranting and looked
at him.
“Of course you will,” she said. “Just
because I’m furious at Iikiba-san doesn’t mean I’m gonna let a stupid tag
make me a liar. I’ll give you the meal and make him pay for it!”
She closed the door to make sure that there
won’t be anyone else coming in, then she made the okonomiyaki. She
slid it onto a plate and set it in front of Jakku.
“Thanks,” he replied as he started to dig
in.
While Jakku was eating, Ukyou was trying to
get Iikiba’s pack onto one of the few tables so she could sweep the floor.
She was amazed at how heavy the backpack was. What does this guy
keep in this thing? Boulders?
“Kuonji-san?” Jakku interrupted her
thoughts.
“Hmm?”
“Could you tell me which way Jiro went?”
“Sorry, no.” She managed to shove the
pack onto the table.
“How about which way Hibiki-san went.”
“Uh-uh, Sugar, you’re not tricking me into
telling you that. You’re a nice guy, but this obsession with trying
to kill Jiro-chan has got to stop.” Ukyou grabbed a broom and started
to sweep.
Jakku sighed.
“Believe me, I wish I could.”
He finished his meal and pushed his plate
away.
“Thank-you, Kuonji-san, for giving me this
meal even with the misunderstanding.”
“No problem, Sugar. You take care.”
Jakku left.
The rookie was checking to see if the koban
was in respectable shape before his shift was done for the night.
He still had an hour or so to go but tidiness was a trademark of the Tokyo
police. He was shaken by the weirdness that he encountered during
the day and it would be a relief to go home to his wife and a home-cooked
meal. That, at least, was normal: his normal wife in a normal place
doing normal things. No more weird martial-artists, lost boys, or
other such nonsense.
He sighed. Unfortunately, he would be
back at this post in the morning. He reverently wished, again, that
Sergeant Yamato hadn’t broken his leg. The story that the senior
officer gave involved an old man, a bag of women’s undergarments, a few
bombs and a falling telephone pole. The rookie wasn’t sure if he
believed the story or not.
According to the old sergeant, bruises
and fractures were part of the Furinkan patrol. That was why the
hazard pay was so high. But the posting did have its perks.
Yamato-san boasted that in the town of Furinkan, a spectator could witness
the best display of martial arts, in all its glory and diversity, to be
seen outside of a Jackie Chan film. The rookie sighed again.
He didn’t get a chance to see any of the battles that are said to occur
in his patrol. Instead, he had to direct people to their destinations.
He was interrupted out his musings by the
sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Excuse me...”
He turned to see a fourteen-year-old girl
staring at him. He groaned inwardly. Not another weirdo ...
The girl in front of him was wearing a bright
yellow wrap, and brown tights. On her feet were soft martial-artist
shoes with buckles and she wore a bandoleer around her chest. Her
long black hair was in pigtails and kept behind her ears by a plain yellow
bandanna. She was soaked through. What surprised him was the
oversized spatula on her back. It looked sharp, like it could be
used as a dangerous weapon.
“I’m looking for my brother,” she said.
“He’s sixteen, carrying a large backpack, red umbrella...”
The rookie interrupted.
“Red bandanna, or yellow and black?”
Ukyou had finished sweeping. She sat
down at the table and look glumly at Iikiba’s backpack. She knew
that she should be doing her homework, but she couldn’t bring herself to
do it yet. She was too busy being pissed off and confused at the
strange boy. She stared at the tag tied onto the zipper.
I don’t get it, she thought. He’s
got to be hiding something. Yet the tag says that my okonomiyaki
is the best in Japan. What is his angle?
She looked at the backpack again. Then
she looked at the clothes and umbrella. Then something occurred to
her.
Iikiba’s backpack holds the truth about
Iikiba, she thought. There’s probably something in that heavy
thing that will tell me if he’s telling the truth. However, she
realised, that would be trespassing against his privacy. Besides,
she had homework to do. The last thing that she wanted to do was
to leave it until the last minute on Monday morning, not get it done because
of the breakfast crowd and piss off Hinako-sensei -- she just wouldn’t
be able to handle the punishment that the diminutive teacher would dish
out. She got up and went to get her homework.
Akane was at the gate of the Tendou dojo, waiting
for Ranma to show up. She was very, very unhappy.
“I’m gonna kill that jerk!” she growled softly
to herself. She was holding her mallet in a tight grip, tensed to
strike at the individual that deserved her wrath.
“The nerve of that jerk! First he’s
hanging all over Ukyou, then he insults my cooking, and now he won’t take
his punishment like the man he says he is.”
She saw a movement out of the corner of her
eye. She raised her mallet. She tensed up, waiting for Ranma
to show his face.
A small black piglet turned the corner.
All of the anger and tenseness ran out of her.
“Ooh, P-chan! Where have you been?”
Akane dropped the mallet in her rush to scoop up the piglet. She
barely noticed that the bandanna that the pig was wearing was different.
Ukyou stared at the trigonometry problem before
her. It sat in front of her, refusing to solve itself for her.
Normally, she would have no problem with math, but she just couldn’t focus
on it. She looked towards Iikiba’s pack, now resting against the
wall. She was really curious about what was inside. Then she
guiltily turned back to her trig problem and sighed.
She started to work it out, when she smelled
something ... well, funky . She looked around and her eyes rested
on the pile of damp clothes that Jakku brought in with the backpack.
She decided that she ought to hang the clothes up to dry proper so that
the musty smell could go away. She got up from the table that she
was working at and walked towards the offending pile. She wondered
if Iikiba was walking around naked in Nerima. She picked up the red
tank top, wrung it out into a bucket and hung it over a chair to dry.
She wrung out the socks as well.
As she picked up the pants, a whole bunch
of stuff fell out of the pockets and onto the floor. This included
a bunch of that strange money that Iikiba was going to pay for his meal
with, some of those small spatulas and a wallet.
Ukyou froze. She stared at the wallet.
Then she proceeded to wring out the pants, and hang them on the chair,
all the while she was staring at the wallet. Her conscience and curiosity
was warring inside her. She needed to know Iikiba’s secret, yet she
knew that she should mind her own business.
The internal struggle went on for about a
minute.
Curiosity won out.
Ukyou brought the wallet back to the table
with her homework on it. She pushed the annoying trig problem out
of her way. She opened the wallet and started to look for ID.
She found it and read the name at the top.
Name: Hibiki Iikiba
She laughed. Somehow, I am not surprised
in the least, she thought, remembering Iikiba’s directional problem.
I wonder why he wouldn’t admit it though.
She looked at the card again and continued
to read it.
The identification read as followed:
Name: Hibiki Iikiba
DOB: 10th Month, 16th Day, Year 2001
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Ukyou stared at the card in shock. That
can’t be right … Iikiba was born five years from now? He’s
from the future? She took a deep breath and proceeded to read
the rest of the card.
The address was identical to that of her restaurant.
She couldn’t believe it.
She looked for other ID to see if they were
all consistent.
She found a school ID that listed Iikiba as
a member of Furinkan High School for the year of 2017.
She then remembered the conversation between
Jiro, Ryouga and Iikiba from earlier.
Jiro had asked the boy his name.
“Hii ...ah, Iikiba, I’m Iikiba,” he replied.
“As in literally “good fangs”, like Oniisan’s
name, huh? His name means “good fangs” and your name really is “good
fangs”! That is really cool!”
“Uh, thanks.”
“Your family name wouldn’t be Hibiki by
any chance, would it?” asked Jiro.
“Ah...” Iikiba started to blush.
“Leave him alone Jiro! I don’t have
a cousin named Iikiba.” Ryouga was just as red-faced.
Jiro looked hurt. Tears started to
fill up in her eyes.
“Jiro, I’m sorry. It’s just that
I have never heard about having a cousin with the same uh, problem that
I do. I didn’t mean to yell.” Ryouga was stammering his apology.
“But I thought it was possible ... with
the similarities that both of you have...” she sniffled.
Iikiba interrupted her.
“I understand, Jiro-san, but I’m not you
brother’s cousin. Though I understand how you would think so.”
“Oh.”
Ukyou figured that what Iikiba said was weird.
She was figuring things out in her mind.
He is a Hibiki but not Ryouga’s cousin.
And if he’s from the future, like this card says, could that mean that
he might be Ryouga’s son? That would be wild. It
was possible, she figured, after all, they both have practically the same
name, both were spelled almost identically in kanji, except in Iikiba’s
name, there was an extra hiragana “i” between “yoi” (good)
and “kiba” (fang) which composed both of the boys’ names.
They even had the ‘good fangs’ that they were both named after.
She also remembered what Iikiba said after
Ryouga complemented his umbrella.
Iikiba was struggling with a broken strap,
which secured his umbrella to his backpack.
Ryouga was looking at the umbrella.
It was western styled, same as Jiro’s except for the colour.
“Nice umbrella,” he commented.
“Thanks,” replied the boy. “It’s
a gift from my aunt.”
Ukyou thought about it a little harder.
Iikiba’s umbrella was almost identical to Jiro’s. Except that hers
was blue and his was red. And Iikiba said that his aunt gave him his umbrella.
So if I am right and Iikiba is Ryouga’s
son, I guess that would make Jiro his aunt. She was very proud
of her deduction. But who would his mother be then?
She looked towards the backpack again. If Iikiba’s like Ryouga,
then he probably would have pieces of his life in that huge pack of his,
wouldn’t he? Then she remembered her homework. Her trigonometry
problem simply lay on the table unobtrusive, unthreatening and unfinished.
She sighed. Homework first, Ukyou-girl.
And besides, it’s not a good thing to know about the future nor to invade
Iikiba’s privacy. She sat down at the table again, and stared
at the textbook without seeing it. There was a muffled thump.
She looked and saw that the backpack had fallen from its position against
the wall onto the floor. She sighed and pushed her trig problem
away from her. That damn backpack is calling me. I’ll find
time to do this tomorrow. I will! she promised herself.
She stood up, swallowed and proceeded to walk
towards the pack. When she reached it, she stopped and looked at
it again.
Last chance, Ukyou-girl, she thought.
It’s not too late to back out. She nudged the backpack with
her toe. Aah, the hell with it. With that she dragged
the pack back to the table that she was working at, sat down and opened
it up.
The top half of the pack contained camping
stuff -- a tent, a portable stove, water bottle, sleeping bag, small pots
and pans, dishes, instant noodles and other stuff. She pulled it
all out. Underneath that, she found a burgundy-coloured tunic.
Ukyou pulled it out and unfolded it. It was longed sleeved and wide-necked
with white cuffs. The collar of the tunic fastened in a familiar
fashion over the right breast using shiny black snaps. There were
snaps on the cuffs as well.
Too familiar to be coincidence, thought
Ukyou as she re-folded the tunic, and placed it on the table.
Under the tunic, there was a bandoleer, Ukyou
brought it out and examined it. It was almost identical to hers.
However, whereas the back of her bandoleer was equipped with small hooks
for her to clip on her huge spatula, the one she was examining had hooks
of different sizes, one large and one smaller. Ukyou was confused
about that for a moment then she figured about it. Of course,
she realised, for his umbrella!
Under that was another pair of grey slacks
identical to the pair that she was presently drying out. There was
a school uniform, a red T-shirt and a pair of overalls. There were
also socks, underwear, a pair of pyjamas and towels and washcloths and
a pair of white sneakers.
Underneath all that, she then found a miniature
photo-album in a zip-lock bag. Her hands shook as she carefully brought
it out. This is it! she thought. She opened the bag and brought
the album out. Okay, here we go! She took a deep breath and
opened the book somewhere in the middle. She looked down at one of the
two pictures in front of her.
She looked at the one on the right.
In it was a four-year boy with brown hair being held by a young man about
twenty-five years old with long black hair tied in a pony-tail. Ukyou
admired the appearance of the young man in the photo until she spotted
the yellow and black bandanna that he was wearing.
She was shocked back into reality.
That’s Ryouga? She looked again.
Dressed in a simple mustard-yellow long-sleeved
shirt and dark-green slacks, Ryouga simply stood smiling in front of the
camera, holding his umbrella and the boy. His hazel eyes were bright
and full of pride. The happy little boy was wearing a red shirt and
overalls. His shaggy bangs were kept out of his eyes with a bright
red bandanna. The little boy was holding onto Ryouga’s shirt to keep
himself from falling out of Ryouga’s grasp and it looked like he was shouting
something. His tiny fangs were clearly visible in the photograph.
So the little guy’s got to be Iikiba.
Ukyou grinned to herself. But look at Ryouga ... There’s gonna
be one lucky woman in the near future. I hope Ranchan will mature
as nicely.
With her curiosity piqued, Ukyou looked at
the photograph to the left. The photo was of Akane’s pet pig, P-chan
and an even smaller piglet wearing a tiny red bandanna. Ukyou carefully
removed the photograph from the book, and looked at the back.
P-chan with Ga-chan was all it said.
Ukyou wondered why Iikiba would carry pictures of Akane’s pet pig with
him.
Ukyou flipped the page. On the page
to the right was a picture of the same brown-hair little boy standing in
what appeared to be her kitchen. He was proudly holding out a plate
with a tiny but perfect little okonomiyaki on it. The back of the
picture read: Iikiba-chan’s first okonomiyaki in a peculiar
type of handwriting that was familiar to her.
Why would the little guy be in my kitchen?
she mused to herself. Then she figured that if Ryouga was the one
travelling with the little guy, he would seek shelter for his son wherever
he could.
The picture on the right was of a little girl
about three years old with dark hair and teal-coloured eyes. She
had a striking resemblance to Ryouga. She was wearing a bright yellow
jump-suit and a plain yellow bandanna and she was holding the little pig
that was wearing the red bandanna. She was giving the piglet a bear
hug and Ga-chan was desperately trying to wiggle his way out.
Yoiko-chan with Ga-chan was what the handwriting said.
Ukyou grinned. Who knew that Ryouga had it in him, she thought.
Wonder if the mother of these kids is the one taking these pictures
... Whoever she is.
She shut the book and re-opened it on a different
page.
The picture that she opened the book to was
that of a twelve-year-old Iikiba sparring or fighting with a boy with short
red hair of the same age. Iikiba was wearing grey slacks and
a plain red T-shirt and he was wielding the same umbrella that she saw
him carry earlier. The redhead was dressed in a blue Chinese shirt
and jeans. The boy held nothing but looked confident. They
were fighting over the Tendou’s koi pond. The other boy’s hand blocked
Iikiba’s umbrella, and the other boy’s kick was blocked by Iikiba’s free
hand. In the background was a ten-year-old Yoiko sitting with a girl
her age with short blue-black hair on top of the wall. Yoiko was
wearing a bright yellow wrap and dark brown tights. Her black hair
was in two pigtails and secured behind her ears with the yellow bandanna.
The other girl, who had reddish brown hair, was wearing a denim skirt and
a pale yellow Chinese-inspired shirt. Both girls were cheering the
boys on. Sitting on ground was another girl with long brown hair
of the same age as the other girls. She was wearing a pink dress
and her brown hair was done up in two ponytails on top of her head.
In her lap was a six-year-old boy with blond hair dressed in blue.
They were also cheering on the combatants.
The back of the picture read as followed:
Me
and Kanaeda-kun, fighting again -- Yoiko, Ranko-chan, Mizuko-chan and Oyu-chan
are watching. It was written in child’s hand.
The picture on the on the other side was of
a middle age couple dancing. They danced as if they didn’t know that
anyone was watching, let alone taking their picture. The man was
tall, and muscular underneath the deep yellow shirt that he was wearing.
His thick hair was dark with a touch of grey and cut short. The yellow
and black bandanna marked him as Ryouga. The woman was somewhat shorter
than he was and her long greying brown hair was pinned up. She wore
a simple purple and lavender wrap with black tights. She leaned into
the elder Ryouga with a familiarity that could only be acquired by couples
that have live and loved each other for a long time.
Tousan and Okaachan dancing.
Happy 15th anniversary, Hibiki Ryouga and Ukyou.
“No!” cried out Ukyou. “That can’t be!
I’m supposed to marry Ranchan, not Ryouga!”
“You know, it’s considered rude to go through
other people’s stuff.”
Ukyou looked up. In the now opened doorway,
stood a girl slightly younger that her. Her black hair was tied up
in two pigtails and she was wearing a bright yellow wrap, dark brown tights
and a plain yellow bandanna. She was wearing a bandoleer with a huge
spatula strapped to her back. She was dripping water onto the floor.
“How did you get in here?” asked Ukyou.
“The door was locked.”
The girl shrugged. “I used my key.”
Ukyou looked at the girl sadly. She
recognised her from the photographs.
“You’re Yoiko-chan, right?”
The girl stared at her, then recognition registered
on her face.
“You’re Kaachan!” She grinned, revealing
a dainty pair of fangs. “So it’s all right for you to go through
Oniichan’s backpack.”
Ukyou winced slightly at this; it was more
than sli ghtly awkward for a girl just a couple years younger than her to
call her ‘Mommy’.
Yoiko walked towards the chair that Iikiba’s
wet clothes were lying on. She touched them and grimaced at the dampness
of the articles. She went to the table where the rest of the clothes
and other items were. She picked up the burgundy tunic, the grey
slacks, clean pair of underwear, socks, the sneakers and a pair of short
cords.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where Oniichan
went, would you?” she asked as she went into one of the side pockets of
the backpack.
“Oniichan?” asked Ukyou. “You mean Iikiba?”
“Yeah, him.” Yoiko pulled out a plastic
shopping bag from the backpack and proceeded to put Iikiba’s clothes into
it.
“Haven’t got a clue.”
“Oh well.” Yoiko grabbed her brother’s
umbrella and walked to the door. “I’ll find him. See you later.”
She left the restaurant, locking the door behind her.
Ukyou stared at the closed door for a moment.
Then, slowly, deliberately, she closed the photo-album, flipped it over
so she could see the cover, opened it to the first page and started going
through the photos from the beginning.