Princess Mononoke Fan Fiction ❯ Speed Prodigy ❯ Channeling Worlds ( Chapter 3 )

Channeling Worlds

 

“I already told you sons of bitches, I got nothing!” Uzami fiercely snarled at the head of Sector 20; Chisato, the man with a ponytail to hold his hair back, only he was wearing a black, heavy straight jacket with navy jeans on, along with a red top. And on his side was some sort of detective wearing a dark beige suit with a straight-cut hairstyle. They were both sat by side on chairs in front of a grey clean desk with Uzami's oily face sneering at them both. They were all in one room with a recording device in motion at the back, with one half of a wall was paved with a mirror, but on the other side was a recording audio confinement room where the mirror was secretly a looking through glass in disguise. A man with headphones, with a little bit of weight put around his stomach, was twitching his fingers and flicking buttons to figure out what was said in the confinement room opposite to him. Sono stood in a shrugged position with his hands in his jean pockets with Ashitaka standing tall with his arms crossed; the Major's emotionless face stared beyond the glass towards Uzami's body language and movement.

“There's no need to hide anymore Uzami; we have you under our custody, and we know about your criminal records.”
“Prove it then you dumb scumbags!” Chisato then held out a CD from his pocket, as he unshielded it from it's plastic case, and inserted it into the hard drive of the recording device; setting it to hearing mode. He slowly sat back down as then the 2D flat speakers were then set to active, and a conversation began to play, with Uzami's voice involved.

“You got the disk?”
“Yeah, the list is full and complete of all the well-known hackers in Tokyo. They're already informed about project 88.”
“Yes, he will be pleased.”
“And when the project's done and accounted for, our money will be wired into our balance accounts as we head our way into paradise.” Chisato then shut off the speakers and CD with a click of his fingers. Uzami's eyes could already unveil the guiltiness of his commission between on of his appliances.

“I bet you can't prove that little conversation you just had was all just a hoax.” The man sighed with disbelief. “It's also very stupid of you to carry a copy of that disk whilst you were being chased by two highly trained soldiers.” Uzami gasped deeply as Ashitaka lifted his head up slightly to see the man's horrid reaction of that statement made by Chisato.

“You will be kept here under confinement until further otherwise.” Chisato and the detective then walked out of the room, leaving Uzami to lay his head on the table with his hands still cuffed together by the steel chains that kept his wrists close and unable to move around freely. Sono looked however, disappointed, by the end of the inquisition.

“He didn't talk.”
“He didn't have to.” Ashitaka replied in a quiet firm tone. “His body language did. And now we have our first lead on the Hustler because of him.” He then gave off a silent breathe as then he saw Chisato enter the same room he and Sono were in, his face of disapproval was painted boldly on his face as he grunted quietly under his breathe. But he then straightened himself out as he tugged on his jacket and pulled out the disk as he handed it towards the Major.

“Your head wanted to approve this task for you two to handle.”
“You should be involved in this too, maybe we could—

“Thanks but no thanks Major.” Ashitaka was quite insulted by the way Chisato turned down his offer. Why was it that he showed off a haze of vexation towards Sector 7, especially Major Kaneshiro? Could it be envy? The main theory looked like envy. “He also told me that you two are dismissed for today.” Ashitaka took off the disk slowly from Chisato's offering when he then hastily walked out of the room in a silent rush. The Major still looked a little stunned by his exit but the Sergeant just looked blankly at the swinging door.

“Some gratitude for turning down joining us. Nothing but jealous my opinion”
“He is jealous Sono; he just doesn't want to admit it.” Then a pointless stillness filed the room for a moment.

“Right well, its 3 o'clock, let's go; we're done for the day.

 

THEY WERE then back in the elevator with the translucent wineglass layered over the granite covering, where you can see outside a hectic afternoon in the city of Neo-Tokyo. Once again the Major was found stood up straight with his arms by his side, and the Sergeant having his hands tucked into his pockets as he stood in a quite crooked position.

“What are you going to do now since you're given the rest off the day off?”
“Go home.” Ashitaka replied in a simple term.

“Go home? Don't you have another social life than your home? Jesus Ashitaka you can be boring sometimes.” The Major then looked up at him and stared for a moment.

“Fine, I'll tell you what; meet me at the east docks at 6:30 tonight.”

“Is that a request or a command?” The elevator had just reached its floor on the ground level, as then the whirring sound of the metal doors sliding open commenced.

“Whatever Sono.” With a final statement, Ashitaka then walked out of the elevator, putting his tall-posing walk as he modestly strutted out of the building with the glass door unlocking its vault-like access. But then he sighed when he got outside, and closed his eyes slowly, before he opened them back up sharply and strolled down to his Yamada motorbike, as he then placed himself in it, where there with his helmet, he gallantly rode the bike into the wind as he once more strode through the traffic and through the amber-light tunnels, when he then reached one of his favorite places known to him, home.

 

HE SLOWLY opened the door when he placed his house key through the hole and easily twisted the mechanism, quietly closing it from behind. He then peacefully walked up into the main room, where his small kitchen shared the same area of the bedroom/living room. His footsteps reached the pale white plastic tiles of the kitchen flooring, as he reached up from a top cupboard to get out a chicken and mushroom flavored `Pot Noodle', and then filling up his kettle of cold water as the tap water trickled a bit over his hands. Turning it on with the blue light showing that it's activated, he then walked over bear the men placing his bright cobalt jacket on the grey sheeted bed. There were another two rooms left inside the flat he was living in; the bathroom, and another spare room, where there he kept some training devices like a skipping rope or a punching bag. God he was a sport junkie.

Later on he was found in the spare room wrapping some white bandages around his hands, and also inside was a MP3 stereo, as then he clicked and flicked through songs of his taste, until turning on Linkin Park with the song `Given Up' from their latest album `Minutes to Midnight'. The plasma speakers at the back echoed the song around the room, as Ashitaka walked over to his punching bag and swung his arms around, moving his muscles trying to stretch them out, until he then raised and clenched his fist, positioned like a fighter.

He then began to punch the bag quite lowly at first, but then when his stamina and adrenaline grew, his fists became harder and more violent than the last ones. Reaching up to the chorus, he twisted his body and did a side kick and used his elbow to try to knock the bag around, it was like he was taking his anger out on a black leather bag filled with foam. His fists collided against the material with every three seconds, also lifting his left knee up in a Thai kick-boxing style. 5 minutes later, he let his right shoulder collapse on punch bag hanging from a chain up from the ceiling, panting with sweat trickling down from his face. But the weird thing was that his face expression was, sad. His eyes were quite watery and his lips were quivering a little with every hot steamy breath he drew out. He pulled his face away from it as his eyes close and his forehead still sticking to the leather, until drawing his fist back and grunted quite loudly as his collided it into the foam-filled punch bag once more.

 

ANOTHER DREAM again. He rode through a forest on top of the back of a strange animal called an `elk'. Most likely to be extinct now, but the forest remained dark and luscious of chlorophyll dazzling in the floating air. The scene faded through in and through out different settings of nothing but succulent varieties of green; the sky was pale baby blue of delight, the sun was gleaming out and there was a stone wall reaching about a mile to a wooden tower. He then saw a girl; short brown hair, purple kimono, bare foot, and wearing an odd hat. But was peculiar, was that she called out his name.

“Ashitaka!” She began to ran with another two girls, frightened, scared; something was chasing them. But then He saw himself riding faster with the elk, as he drew out a bow and arrow.

“Kaya!” He called out, and then by a fierce release of the arrow, the dream was over.

 

THE MAJOR woke back up in his apartment, he lay on the grey sheets of his made bed which he creased slightly, arms and legs spread and groans coming out from his throat. He slid his left hand across his face and looked on his side to see that the time was 5:45 pm.

“Shit.” He sighed and whispered under his breathe, as he then lifted his back up from the mattress and got himself ready for whatever was arranged for him and Sono at 6:30 pm, if Sono did decide to come.

 

A SLIGHTLY violent splash of deep sea water commenced from the surface, as the Major bound himself below the face of the sea, his black streamlined scuba-diving suit passed the water current with his oxygen pump initiating to work, and his flippers flowed up and down as he swan elegantly further and further don into the cavernous blue, he then let some of the oxygen to pump out as he shown his breathing mask up front, he arched his back as the horde of bubbles collided pass his suit, when then his body began to rise slowly back up to the surface. The navy darkness began to fade gradually into pale bottle blue, as He saw the sweet orange sky with strawberry clouds hovering below the heavens like candy floss. He was getting close to the surface, when he then leaned his arms back and leered his head close to the edge of the other side. Slowly and gradually, his head pierced the flat side and entered back into the breathing world. His body floated for a moment as he heard the seagulls cawing above him. He then turned his head to the side when he spotted his mini surfing driving hovercraft.

A few minutes, he was then sat quite numbingly onto the side of a small white boat, as he began to undo his oxygen supply and his mask, with Sono sat behind him, along with a baby blue buttoned t-shirt, worn over a tight white sleeveless top and normal `Levis' designer jeans and K-Swiss trainers, along with a Budweiser can in his hand.

“I thought I already saw everything of you, and now I see the Major going deep scuba-diving. I never knew you dig this kind of stuff.” Ashitaka rose up onto his feet as he then brushed his fingers through his damp, dripping fringe when he swept it through his head, he stared at Sono but didn't say a word when he then held onto his pumps and masks while he walked down below the deck, but stopped at the door when Sono began talking again. “Aren't you afraid of anything down there? What would happen when the oxygen runs out or something else happened?”
“Then perhaps I'll drown. Or will you jump in to save me?” The Major continued through the door where he left it half open. “I didn't force you to come here; I only offered so you can see that I'm not boring.”
“Is that why you're pissed off with me Ashitaka? Just because of a small comment?”
“No, I don't like it when people say I'm one thing but don't see the next.” A small silence shuddered between them both. “That's your problem; you can be so damn small-minded that you don't see what's beyond your purple eyes. Not to mention brainless at times.”
“Hey you—

The sentence was left unfinished when he saw an accidental glimpse of Ashitaka undo the zip of his swimwear as he revealed his flawless back; the wetness of the salty water was peeled back the shark-skin suit, but then Sono immediately looked away when Ashitaka reached down below the waist and grunted slightly. But then, an odd thought came up about Ashitaka, more social wise.

“Do you have a girlfriend Ashitaka?”
“Why, do you?” another silence echoed the air.

“No…but it would be nice to have one.” Still getting undressed from the swimsuit, the two men still carried on their occasional conversation.

“Don't us all.”
“What are you talking about? With that body of yours, you'll have girls falling their knees up to your waist”
“I don't think a blowjob can be classed as a relationship Sono.”
“I know but…”
“If you want sex, there's a brothel in the Old Town.”
“No, I'm not looking for sex. I just want a relationship. Didn't you ever found one once?” Ashitaka sighed to the air quite loudly.

“I mostly what's worthy on the inside; that's wear it reflect real beauty. And if that girl's both beautiful on the outside and in, well…she's lucky.”
“Hm.” Sono then tilted his head up to the sky a little; as he watched the seagulls soar in the tangerine sky, as the hustling and rustling of transports and sirens commenced even more, and the skies turned from sugary ginger, to sapphire aurora with teal soft clouds.

A few hours had passed, and Ashitaka was found sitting on the edge of the still white both, with a loose sleeveless white top on, droopily tucked into his light blue jeans with leather boots on. His hair was washed and dry wavy, with his skin smelling dewy like the shower he always had, along with a Budweiser can in his grip. Then Sono came out from under the deck and sat opposite to the Major. Their quiet moments were quite common between the two of them, even though they known each other for years; their conversations would only last for one minute; they do need to get out more, between the two of them.

“What do you feel…when you go under water?” Sono decided to popup a question.

“I thought you've been through all of the water training at the beginning of the course.”
“Not that Ashitaka, I meant the ocean.” The Major then turned his head down low to himself.

“I feel…different, separate from my body, like my soul departs from myself into a different portal…must be the decompression of the water current.” He then took the beer can and tilted his head back a little as the alcohol ran a course down his throat before leaning his head back in his previous position.

“The problem with me is that I'm not too fond of water; I often panic a little when I know I need to reach back up to the surface to collect more oxygen.”
“The trick is to let yourself relax when floating back up; that is actually the quickest way to reach to the surface.”
“Now I know that the alcohol's starting to mess with you know.”
“I recently took some blood test just for a regular check up, and I found out that my glucagons in my liver can dilute the number of toxins in my body by 67%, and I only drank like 24%, so I can drink the capacity of 5 move cans to actually have the side effects of getting drunk. But I choose not to overdo myself. And that'd what I think a part of my life is about: choices. I chose to join this police force, I chose to live here in Tokyo, I chose to take a bit of risk by going scuba-diving, and I chose not to drink too much volume; all for a greater purpose.”
“And what is that greater purpose?”
“The principle of knowing that your body is a shell, that it is there to keep your spirit or ghost locked within it until your time on Earth is up. There are so many life expectancies that can vary from all different kinds of ages; whether it is affected by sickness, health, suicide, homicide, or natural death. Sure there are different views on life after death, such as heaven and hell or just an empty black hole. But what people don't know is what happens when your heart actually stops pumping and that the blood through your veins and arteries stops flowing. Does life finishes there? Or is it true that your soul can leave the shell so that it can start a new life somewhere else? What actually define a unique soul are the personality and qualities and negatives you hold. My body and voice are only physical, but my inner psyche has no life expectancy, no death day to which it will cease. I feel free knowing I can channel between worlds.” The Major lifted his head up when he spoke of his last sentence, as the cool summer night breeze swept pass his dark chocolate wavy hair, while the silence prolonged once more.

“Confinement within the body sounds like your grudge trying to break. But why gamble your life with all these hectic risky businesses? What is it you plan to see before you die?”
“I don't know.” A simple answer was replied, but then, a voice echoed through his ears.

“To see with eyes unclouded…by hate.” The hollow sound of his own voice ran deep in his blood as he pricked his head up sharply from the same yet anonymous tone heard only by Ashitaka. He lifted himself up and stared by his side of the city.

“What's wrong?” Sono asked lightly, but Ashitaka didn't reply. He then looked down at the floor of the boat as he heard the wind blowing smoothly on the skin of his neck. But then his eyes and face turned towards the full moon shining up high in the velvet black night companioned with stars of shattered glass. The moonshine reflected a contrast of highlights and shadows that overtook his appearance, as his metallic silver-grey eyes stared deeply of another deep night.