wait.’ Kiyomi flipped her visor down.
‘You’re always mad at me,’ Kenny muttered, and the motorcycle slipped silently away.
Kiyomi swung a left out of the school gates, then made another, cutting down a leafy backstreet, bordered on one side by telegraph poles linked with black cables. Kenny clung on, the manicured shrubbery and wide green spaces of Nogawa Park zipping by on his left.
Kiyomi pulled the bike over at a petrol station.
‘Why have we stopped?’ Kenny asked.
Kiyomi tapped the touchscreen display on the dashboard. ‘They should be here any minute. I got Poyo to plant a bug on the vehicle. They’re heading east.’
‘Since when do oni hitch lifts? And in what?’
A large cream-and-turquoise delivery van rumbled past. The logo on its side was a black cat carrying a kitten in its mouth.
‘In that,’ Kiyomi said, throttling hard and leaving smears of rubber on the forecourt.
The van hugged the grassy central reservation and signalled a right at the next crossroads. Long shadows stretched in front as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Kenny squinted at the road sign ahead with its English lettering below Japanese symbols.
‘Ajinomoto Stadium? Are they going to watch footie?’
Kiyomi shrugged. ‘The airport’s that way too. Who knows?’
After about half a kilometre, the delivery truck left the road, turning right on to a strip of red asphalt. Kiyomi pulled over to the kerb.
Reading the road sign overhead, Kenny said, ‘Kokuritsu Tenmondai? What the heck is that?’
‘It’s the National Astronomical Observatory,’ Kiyomi replied. ‘As in telescopes and stargazing.’
The delivery van squeezed between two stone pillars, each with a globe light on top, and paused by a security cabin on the right.
‘Now what?’ Kenny said. ‘Do we follow them in there?’
‘Too obvious. We’re meant to be watching only.’
The van driver handed a parcel to the guard and drove into the compound.
‘I can ditch the bike and sneak in,’ Kiyomi said, eyeing the thick tree cover and low perimeter railings.
‘What about me?’ Kenny said.
‘No chance. You’re wearing football kit. Talk about conspicuous.’
Kenny scowled. ‘Thanks for nothing. Why did you bring me along then? How about I just –?’
His remaining words were ripped away by a blast of scorched air as an explosion tore through the security hut. A ball of fire billowed upwards while chunks of debris rained down.
‘What the –?’ Kenny cried out. ‘Move!’ He pointed to the gates.
‘We’re only supposed to observe!’ Kiyomi shouted back.
‘Stuff that. People are getting killed. Let’s go!’
Kiyomi revved the engine. ‘Remember, this is your idea. Hang on tight!’
The motorcycle blazed through the mangled iron gates. The entrance to the main building was partly screened by a roundabout, which was planted with a stand of palm trees encircled by tall sculpted bushes. Kiyomi wrenched the handlebars to the left, skidding to avoid the obstacle.
‘There they go!’ Kenny said, pointing at the van, which was disappearing behind a plum-coloured building on the right.
‘Where are they going?’ Kiyomi wondered aloud, cranking the throttle. ‘This doesn’t make any sense.’
She hurtled past a small car park and rounded the same three-storey building. Ahead, at the end of a short avenue, was a white circular structure with a metal-panelled dome roof.
The delivery truck screeched to a stop beside the staircase leading into the observatory and the rear doors were flung open by a pair of huge hulking figures.
‘Two oni,’ Kiyomi growled, eyes narrowing. ‘Let’s –’
A blinding flash of light cut her short. Kenny barely had time to flinch before a searing wall of hot air slammed them both off the bike, as a section of the nearest building erupted with a deafening roar.
The evening sky wheeled crazily overhead and tree branches clutched at Kenny’s clothing as the blast flung him high into the air. He crashed down on to a small shrub and slowly rolled to his feet, his ears ringing. Printed pages fluttered around, many edged with orange flames.
‘Kenny!’ Kiyomi was already up and heaving her motorbike to a standing position. She pointed at the fractured building. ‘People are trapped in there. You go help them. I’ll deal with the oni.’ She swung a leg over the bike.
Kenny opened his mouth to protest, but Kiyomi cut him off.
‘Don’t argue. You’re better at that stuff. I can handle two oni.’ She sped away towards the domed building, zigzagging her way round the chunks of rubble strewn across the road.
‘Tasukete! Tasukete kure!’ a woman was shrieking, her voice barely audible above the jangle of fire alarms.
The cry came from above and Kenny made out two fists pounding against a cracked windowpane on the top floor, leaving red smears on the glass. An orange glow flickered from behind her while plumes of oily black smoke belched from fissures in the creaking, sagging roof.
Kenny took a deep breath, backed up a few paces and then sprinted towards the burning building. As soon as he hit the kerb, he bent his knees and leapt into the air, his brow furrowed in concentration. A sudden, powerful gust of wind thrust him upwards and he landed on the window sill, some eight metres above the ground.
‘Get back!’ Kenny warned the woman, summoning Kusanagi, the Sword of Heaven. The blade shimmered into his hand and Kenny swept it round the frame, slicing through the glass as easily as if it was cling film. The panes collapsed inwards and Kenny dived into the building, having dismissed the sword. The Japanese woman stared at him in disbelief.
‘Come on!’ Kenny shouted above the alarms and the crackle of fire. ‘We’ve got to get out of here before the roof caves in.’
‘Go? Where?’ the woman said, her eyes darting around.
Kenny ran to the door and recoiled as the intense heat from the burning corridor forced him back. The building groaned, like a huge wounded beast, and Kenny felt the floor shift beneath him.
‘The window! Now!’ he yelled, throwing his arm around the woman to propel her forwards, but it was too late.
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