Chapter 2 1. The Echo From Tokyo

We left Tokyo too soon. It was the most alive place I have every lived in, like traveling to work everyday in a river of blood, the veins of Japan. I lived with my lifemates, Jamie and Keiko and we were all in love. The city intensified our love and we were like gods. But I can't go back now, not after what I did. The place would still reak of our sins.?

Tokyo was a place that amplified our hearts and minds making us emotional wrecks. I would soar to highs by Keiko's side. Jamie would often work overtime so I had more time with his girlfriend. Keiko is not the sort of girl you should leave alone. No amount of overtime pay is worth being away from this Angel from the East. She is the type to stop crowds and cause traffic accidents. Her deep brown eyes and impossible breasts also bring out the devil dick in even the most pure and moral of men. I was one of those mere humans who couldn't keep it in my pants.

There must be some sort of moral Buddhist spirituality mixed in with the water and green tea here because Tokyo doesn't seem to agree with open sexual experimentation. Ever since it happened I have had nothing but bad luck and sorrow, day after day, night after night. Tokyo is feeding me guilt. It must be slipping it in with the rice and wasabi.

After the inevitable happened, Jamie took on a superior Priest like persona and we couldn't handle it. It was like sleeping with a bleeding crucifix, my pillow was being squashed up against his crown of thorns and hers was being pierced with a Roman spear. Jesus! he could have taken it a little easier.

Jamie was my Dean Moriaty, my companion on the road searching for kicks. But he is long gone now and all I have left of him is Keiko. Keiko and memories of Tokyo.

Tokyo, I am sorry I betrayed you.

Keiko was close, but not close enough. Her hair was alive in the wind like an Octopus's tentacles. She screamed into the night, a tired horse scream, like she had been screaming for hours.

She croaked, 'Ryan, dame dayo! Don't!'

There was blood, so much it was like rain, I remember that. Whose blood? Pain? Yeah, what kind of pain? I can't recall. I was floating, no I was falling, the cool wind rushing past my cheeks. A rush of darkness, so black I was lost.