She dropped from the sky in front of me, landing two feet in front of me. I looked up at the sky, and I remembered my uncle’s tales. But I can offer you this… this starry sky.” I’m afraid of losing you, Ryu, because I can’t offer you what you want. This is my spot, and this my most precious place. “My parents brought me here when I was a little girl, and I spent my nights falling to sleep to tales of legends and epics. I don’t have much, save for this.” She turned to gaze back the stars, and I followed. “But I can’t offer you those, because I am not a fortunate girl.
I’m not blind to the way you look at me.” She looked profoundly sad. “But you have a cost as well, don’t you, Ryu? Your wants and your needs. My life hasn’t been very fortunate, not with my history, but if I caught your attention because of that misfortune? Well, maybe costs were not so unfair as I thought they were.” “And I thought the costs were never fair. “But everything has a price,” she continued. I gazed into her eyes, burning with passion. Justice is empty and ineffectual, and the only recourse is to carve out our own place in the world, no matter the cost.” They were escapes, in a way, from our cruel reality. “When we first met,” she began, “we talked of the stars, of astrology and mythology. Stars dotted the entirety of the expanse, and I had no words. But for the center, I could see the Japanese night sky, the clearest I had ever seen it. We lay in a clearing, treetops lining the edges of my sight. I opened them and beheld a wonderful sight. She had such a strange fascination with this American fad. Here, sit down.” I sat and found not grass under me but a bean bag chair. “We can worry about that later,” she laughed it off. “Watanabe will not stand for this humiliation to the Yamaguchi-gumi.”
“We should be planning for Yakuza reprisal,” I urged her. “Not yet, Ryu,” she answered playfully as she led me through the woods, the night air cold upon my skin.
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