Furyo wants to learn to fly. He has a list of suicides who climbed the top of bridges, high-rises and great mountain trails where they read their last note and flung their earthly form from a great height and sailed down into the yawning abyss of velocity, inertia and impact. This may seem liberating but it’s the stop that kills you. Furyo is getting used to overcast days. Climbing up the outside of an unfinished tower abandoned by an off shore investment firm. A great graffiti covered edifice in the heart of Tokyo’s financial district. He is looking for a salary man named Gento Waichirou. He had a drinking problem, was abandoned by his wife for a lover who worked less with more disposable income and never bonded with his children. He spent his days chasing prostitutes and playing video games. One day when he couldn’t get past a certain level for 3 days, he decided to go drinking on the construction site.

Gento took a freight elevator to the top and finished his first whole bottle of Whisky, Johnny Walker Blue. His job was redundant, he spent most of his days pretending to do anything other than draw manga or try to make his computer crash the buildings servers so they wouldn’t discover he was paid to do nothing due to a book keeping oversight. Now he thought of the things he wanted to do in life besides drinking and whoring. There wasn’t a whole lot. In 1991 he bought a timeshare in Aspen but he never went there when he found out traveling there was 10 times more than the payment to own it. Now he waltzes around in the dark high-rise where winds come through so fast, they can knock down and drag you 40 across the unfinished concrete of the 66th floor. Broken, abused and feeling blue, he felt more comfortable with the thought of suicide.

Nose bloody and knees skinned he begins screaming obscenities at the Kami, trying to throw his empty bottle to the street bellow as the wind reversed. It came back and smashed on his shin, breaking his leg. Not he hops around the edge screaming. He isn’t sure if he came here to jump, but with the pain, the alcohol and the life of shame he wanted a release from the pain. He inched over to edge, eyes closed and tried to push half his body over until he was right at the point of no turning back. This is when fate pulled him over and he realized he didnt want to die and tried to claw his way back but he wasn’t strong enough and there was nothing to hold on to. Half way down his face smacked a crane so as he fell his last memories were panic and pain. His front teeth taken away by the wind, his face became splattered all over the empty street where the commuter foot traffic to his office from the train would discover his fine suit and cufflinks among a dark stain and pink bits of skull and brain.

Furyo found his spirit, sitting on the edge wishing he had some more alcohol. Furyo brought a bag of cheap whisky, the kind of stuff Gento would have neared at in life. Gento took English in college but it was very poor and most of what he said was lost on Furyo. They tried to talk about video games, women and fast cars but most of what he said, Furyo just nodded like he understands. This started to enrage Furyo and he stood up and wanted to fight. Furyo was tired of half stepping so he just dive bombed Gento into the windy sky. Furyo tries his best to soar over the city light like a majestic falcon but didn’t, it was terrifying and despite ghosts being as light as feathers, the panic of his own death took hold. He gave up on Gento, if he wanted to be the sullen ghost of a construction site then fuck him, let him stay there. Furyo had so many lost souls on his list, he wasn’t going to put up with this bullshit.

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Furyo’s next on the list was a social worker named Aiko Ahmya. She had taken a small girl from a poor family and pawned her off on a rich family who made their money in the prewar years working mines and pharmaceuticals in Manchuria. This made them all board and kind of mean spirited. The girl was raised to be picked on by all the lost souls of the Miyazawa clan who got tired of ballroom dancing, stock speculation and spending money on designer purses. The girl Emi Noda grew up among the finest things, in a lonely mansion and having no friends. Eventually she tried to run away and was attacked and eaten by bears in the rural area around the house. This was a mix of coverup gone wrong and media blitz blaming every one involved. The matriarch of the family over dosed on sleeping pills, the brother moved to America and the father fled the spotlight to run a hedge fund in Hong Kong. This left the social worker to be savaged by the newspapers. Accused of taking the girl from a living but poor family, who had gotten their at together by this time and wrote two best selling books about the dishonest way the papers were rushed though by corrupt county workers who got a kick back for placing unfortunate children with rich families.

Aiko had walked out on a bridge in Tokyo bay and jumped into the water bellow. Body never found and her life largely mediocre. Furyo went looking for her and sure enough came on the morbidly obese social worker walking along the bridge with her umbrella torn apart hitting her in the face. She walked a nasty little dog, whom she abandoned to traffic when she jumped. Now her spirit whispers to pedestrians to jump. Causing severe emotional damage to school children and those in a fragile mental state. The spot on the bridge is now a popular spot for high school lovers working the courage for a suicide pact. Furyo didn’t like this woman instinctively and when she jumped he watched her plop into the black waters in the early morning chill. His attention came to a lone girl, too young to not be in school who has snot and tears running down her face. Furyo tried to comfort her but not speaking Japanese all he could do was offer his headphones with an American cassette tape of post punk and new wave from the states. This made the girl perk up and after cleaning her face and encouraging her to return to school he was happy to think at least one jumper would make it back home to take on the hard days of life with a new mentality. Maybe one day she will do great things.