Chapter #14Copy Mokichi by: Seuzz   You follow the sound of Mokichi's voice upstairs. From the darkened hall you see two lighted doors; through one you glimpse Mokichi, sitting at a desk with his back to the door. The other voice comes from the other bedroom—a girl's voice. Both are speaking Japanese, and both sound strained and unhappy, but of course you have no idea what is being said. Then Mokichi says, in English, "Whatever"; a chilly silence descends.
Holding your breath you slip into his bedroom and push the door to. When you're right behind him he catches a movement out of the corner of his eye. But it's too late, and before he can turn you have the mask over his face.
While it copies him you close and lock his bedroom door and turn off the light. Apparaently a wise precaution; a minute later you hear footsteps that pause in front of the door. A girl's voice says something in Japanese that sounds very waspish, and then the same footfalls retreat down the stairs.
Still, you crouch by the door until you notice a glow coming from Mokichi's chair. You leap over and catch the mask as it drops; softly, you run back over to the door, turn on the light, and leave.
* * * * *
"Okay, I'm dying to know who you scored for us," Caleb says as you get into your truck an hour later. "I don't think Yumi was gone long enough. Was it Lin?"
"Don't freak out when I tell you, okay? It's Mokichi."
Caleb looks at you. "You really must have a thing for the Asian types if you'll happily suck him off."
"Fuck you. I got him for his muscles."
"Gayer and gayer. I didn't know you had this side to you, Will."
"For digging up all that graveyard crap, you idiot!"
"Well, if that's your story, stick to it."
"I couldn't get one of the girls," you say hotly. Of course he's teasing, but it is embarrassing all the same. "You said so yourself, they weren't inside long enough. And we need someone strong to help out on the dig."
"Just as long as I get to wear him," Caleb says. "I hope he does know karate, so I can kick your ass."
* * * * *
Mokichi doesn't know karate, it turns out, and you, not Caleb, are the one wearing his mask a few hours later as you the two of you break into the old disused Acheson graveyard. You insisted on being Mokichi while Caleb took Jeremy; though you said nothing about it to Caleb, you wanted to see how much of Mokichi's knowledge—particularly his knowledge of Japanese—carries over.
All of it, as it happens. "How do you say 'I'm going to kick your ass' in Japanese," Caleb asks as he jabs a shovel into the earth.
"I like to blow hairy men," you curtly reply in Mokichi's first tongue. You prop open the bag as he tips earth into it.
"I like to blow hairy men," Caleb/Jeremy repeats uncertainly.
"No, I like to blow hairy men."
"I like to blow hairy men. How do you say 'I'm going to kick your balls so hard you'll be coughing them up'?"
"I like to blow fat hairy men and swallow their cum."
"Huh. Pithy." He tries saying it, and you work with him until he's word perfect.
It's hard work, but Mokichi is stronger than you, so it's not as bad as last time. The work also keeps your warm: only some very baggy shorts and an over-long t-shirt would fit your disguised frame.
"Is this where we dug last time?" Caleb asks. "The earth feels loose, like it's settling."
"Don't say that," you reply. "We dug over there—" you nod your head "—and I don't like thinking about what we might be digging toward."
Caleb is silent for a moment. "Do you also feel like we're being watched?" he asks in a low voice.
You nod. It was a feeling that settled on you not long after you leaped over the cemetery wall. You couldn't find anyone, but you couldn't shake the sense that something very alert was eyeing the two of you. You shiver to find out that Caleb has had the same dreadful sense. You'd been distracting yourself by thinking about Umeko and how you might arrange a meeting with her in this disguise, but Caleb would start chattering. Apparently, he's nervous too.
"Come on," he says, wiping his brow. "That's got to be enough by now."
You lift the bag he's just filled into the back of your truck and count what you've got: nineteen bags at (you've calculated) twenty pounds each ... "Let's get five more and call it quits. I'll take over digging," you add as he groans.
"We have to use this next golem to do the digging before we give it to Dylan," he says as you tip a shovelful into the next bag. You grunt agreement. "We should have finished two more masks by then," he continues thoughtfully. "So, one of us can wear Jeremy, the other can wear the slant-eye—" Instinctively you mutter a bad word at him in Japanese. He sighs. "I guess we get another muscle guy to put on the golem. That leaves one mask to use on a girl. Think you can get close to your sister using that thing?"
"I can get close to a girl," you say brusquely. "Anyway, you're forgetting some of the masks we've got access to." You don't even pause as you dig. "The one you just finished. The one I'll finish by tomorrow night. The two we can make while the golem burns. Jeremy. Yours truly. And Dylan's boyfriend, whoever he turns out to be. Not counting Eva, that's seven. If we rent Dylan's golem and his boyfriend, and we wear these masks ourselves, and we get one more muscle head for this golem, that will leave us with three masks we can use on girls by the time we start working on a golem of our own."
Jeremy gives a low whistle. "You worked all that out in your head?"
"The guy I'm wearing is good with numbers. And no wisecracks or—" You switch to Japanese. "I'll make you suck all the cum out of four fat hairy men."
"You and what army?" he jeers.
"The guys you'll be sucking off, that's who."
* * * * *
It's late and you're exhausted when you finish, so you just drop the bags off in a corner of the school playground and split for the night. With Mokichi's long, lean frame it's easier than usual to swing up into your bedroom. You strip and toss the mask under your bed.
You've not been laying there long when you hear a creaking sound, as though something very big has settled outside the door to your bedroom. All at once, the terrible feeling that you'd had in the cemetery washes over you again. The door groans slightly, and in the dark it even seems to bulge. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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