Learning to drive illegally in a sports car with out a license and with several deep wounds needing staples in the body is not the ideal way to learn about Tokyo traffic. It was raining and first things first was finding a cool radio station. This took some time, but as luck would have it. Cynthia, the stewardess from his flight to Japan had seen the sensational contest, injury and hospital interview on the news. She came running up with a cute umbrella and red raincoat. She took for granted he knew what he was doing, and was quickly screaming as peeling out of the hospital parking lot into the wrong side of the street and spinning out of control on the onramp to an elevated freeway, had her screaming and slapping him over the head until he was out of the seat and helping her get the car back in the on-ramp before it tilted over the edge.

Cynthia was mad, and he could tell she was second guessing their future as a couple. Furyo wasn’t interested in her attitude and directed her to take him to the alcove of vending machines where the pregnant dog was living. Finding the new mother sleeping with new born puppies, Cynthia wasn’t sure she wanted to rescue them to her apartment. So deciding to break up, she drove around until he could find another abandoned Akiya to stay the night in. She wanted to talk more, but he wasn’t interested if she wouldn’t take the dogs. He let her keep the car and decided to try his luck staying in haunted houses. As soon as Cynthia pulled away, he felt kind of stupid taking such a hard line stance about a stinky dog and its puppies but he felt as much a connection to the dog as the girl. He named the dog Malice but didn’t bother naming the puppies.

This abandoned house had some red tape blocking the door. He carried the mother dog inside with the puppies. The house was fully furnished and despite a nasty purple stain on the tatami mats in the front sitting room. It was a comfy house. He had no doubt some elderly person had died here and rotted but there was no foul smell or bad vibes. Enough water came out of the sink to fill a water bowl for the dog and to wash his hands before it ran out. The place was cold and he didn’t want to raise any suspicion about him being here but there was no way he was huddling up with the puppies for warmth. Finding some books and magazines, he filled an old fashioned stove and lit a nice fire. Walking around the house in the gloom of the overcast day was just bearable. His mind started to play tricks on him. Seeing lurking shapes in corners of rooms and pools of darkness.

Walking around opening the inner shuttlers enough to get some light, the house was actually more scary once he knew the lay out. Every where was blind corners, alcoves, sliding walls and stair cases into recesses of the house. He decided not to explore or psych himself into bad vibes. He went into the kitchen and found some cans of tuna to feed the mother dog, and he was happy to stuff his face with junk food with pictures on the bag. The mother dog whimpered as thunder and lightning rolled in but he was feeling pretty content. Surprised to find out the lights turned on around dusk. He felt more comfortable exploring the upstairs, maybe finding a TV or radio. Upstairs was a winding hallway like an S shape. There were several bedrooms overflowing with junk, others with barely any furniture. Just boxes of old pictures and records. Finding a portable TV, some clean smelling blankets from a closet and a huge stash of whisky… he was startled as the power went out while he went up again to find more clothes and cool stuff like swords or jewelry to make up with Cynthia.

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Being upstairs with only the light of a lighter was something else. He could see his breath catching in the air and every where outside of a small illuminated sphere was dancing shadows and horrific silhouettes in the pools of darkness. He went room to room looking for cool stuff like ww2 flags or clothes he could wear that wouldn’t make him stand out like his sparkling silver, black and pink funeral kimono did. Hearing sounds that startled him and imagining the kind of hellish spirits would be angry about his looting… he decided to head back the way he came. The lights flickered a couple times, enough to scare him into stumbling and falling through a paper door. His lighter stopped working, only flicking enough to bounce fleeting light over ornate picture frames on the wall and an altar to ancestors. Furyo had enough and on his hands and knees found his way back to the stairs. All the time feeling as if some angry Yurei was looming over him with hateful intentions.

The mother dog was whimpering and that was actually good as he would have had trouble finding his way back in the blackness. A long stream of orange light came in from a tear in the paper covering the window. He made the rip bigger so he could see better. Arranging blankets for him self and the puppies, he stocked the oven with more books. There was a buzz and the lights flickered on and off, he didn’t know if the storm would cause them to go out again so he set out to find some proper firewood. He found the backdoor and outside a shed full of chopped wood. He was able to get 2 armloads inside before the lights went out for good. He dozed off until around 1am when Cynthia had come back, pleading with him to go home with her and leave the dogs.

He refused but welcomed her to stay here with him. Apprehensively she did and they both woke up later to the lights turning on, and strangely the TV turning on full volume when he didn’t remember plugging it in. By morning they were interrupted from their sleep by men in white plastic suits and gas masks from a decomposition cleaning service who were very angry they were sleeping there. Above them on the wall was the bloody scrawl that said “Suicide House!” (瑕疵物件) in kanji. Rushing to collect the puppies and mother dog they flee into the morning light. Furyo thinks this is so funny he can’t breathe, Cynthia feels a deep shame and repeatedly makes pleas to the clean up team to not report them or their license plate to the authorities. Meanwhile the mother dog looks alarmed at so much human attention after living life as a stray and pees in the back seat.