Fuminori Nakamura - Evil and the Mask

“I’m nervous because it’s been such a long time,” she said with a laugh, but gradually she spoke less and less.

When I told her that I’d like her to come to my room, she nodded. That night she slipped in softly. Sometime the rain had stopped and a bright moonlight was peeping through a gap in the curtains. She was wearing a pair of white cotton pajamas. I touched her soft skin, gently started to put my arms around her, but she was trembling faintly. Again she said she was nervous because it had been a while, but when I undid her buttons and embraced her I could feel the goosebumps on her back. Her body froze, even as she told me everything was fine. When I realized that she was simply trying to endure it, I stopped.

“Kaori …”

“No, it’s not like that. I wonder what’s wrong, it’s odd.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, but her goosebumps became even more noticeable.

“Kaori?”

“No, it’s not what you’re thinking. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not that at all.”

I tried to hide how upset I was, but I didn’t succeed.

“Maybe, it’s because I look like …?” My voice shook. Her body was tense.

“No. You’re not him.”

“He didn’t just look at you, did he?” I asked quietly.

She flinched slightly.

“Kaori?”

“It wasn’t sex, but he touched me, licked me, I don’t know how many times.”

She started to weep. What she didn’t say was that when I approached her with lust in my eyes, I was the spitting image of my father.

“So … us. It’s all over?” I said, half to myself, my throat tight. “I get the feeling I’m gradually going to look more and more like him. I saw some photos the other day. It happened to all my brothers and sisters. I guess I’m no exception. Kaori, from now on are you going to look at me like you looked at him? Are you going to see him inside me? In this horrible face?”

Suddenly she kissed me and tried to throw me down on the bed.

“No,” she repeated. “It’s all right. You’re completely different.”

But it was obvious that she was gritting her teeth and forcing herself to do it — or rather, that she was flustered by the change in herself, by her own body’s instinctive rejection of me.

“So that means that you can’t love me anymore? This me who’s starting to look like him?”

Tears were streaming down her face.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to. It just means I’m no good for you, right? I’m my father’s son, after all. What … what a fucking mess.”

After that I went quietly insane.

I TRIED TO keep away from Kaori but I couldn’t. So I tried to get close to her instead. I knew that I mustn’t touch her, but I couldn’t help myself. If just once I could have sex with her the way we used to, I thought, everything would go back to the way it was. I went to her room and climbed into her bed as gently as possible, but though she whispered that it was all right, her body tensed, she closed her eyes tightly and tears rolled down her cheeks. No matter how tenderly I held her, her reaction made me feel like my father, who had violated her. For me, the situation was a form of hell.

In an old photo album I found some pictures of my brothers and sisters. As they approached adolescence, every single one of them started to resemble him. His blood ran strong in our veins. My third brother looked a bit different, but you could tell at a glance they were all my father’s children. I told Kaori that we should spend some time apart. Things were a bit strange at the moment, I said, but it’s only temporary. Time heals all wounds, I said. I couldn’t help noticing, however, that the face I saw in the mirror was becoming more and more like his, as though I’d been cursed.

I stopped going to school. I spent most of my days in bed. I dreamed my father lay naked beside me, and I’d wake pummeling his scrawny body. Kaori came to my room and informed me that she was pregnant. I was in a panic, but she was even worse. She went in secret to a doctor, who told her that it was a false alarm. Despite that, she still insisted she was, and that this meant we could be together. She went back to the clinic and got the same result. I tried to hold her but her body went rigid with fright. Even as she told me she loved me, she was trying to get away. Then she just wept silently.

Kaori started complaining of headaches and skipping school, and in the end they took her to hospital. Seeing her condition, I told her once more that we’re better off apart. We were about to finish junior high, and it was decided that when she started senior high she would leave the estate. The doctor who was treating her had advised a change of scene. That was the only thing that could save her.

There’s not much to say about my high school life. I passed among the new students, with all their hopes and fears, like a dried-up insect. I sat vacant at my desk in a corner of the classroom, and the teachers often scolded me. My classmates were kind enough to worry about me, but I asked them seriously why they had such stupid faces. And when the girl at the next desk spoke to me, I demanded if she liked sex. I think I went as far as saying that even though she looked so prim and proper, I bet she loved masturbating and fucking. I couldn’t stay at school, so I started staying in bed again, just trying to get through one day at a time. From the moment I woke until I went to sleep at night, I just tried to survive without sinking into a deep depression, simply enduring one day after another. Everything seemed worthless and irritating. I played video games for hours, and when I got bored I threw them across the room and broke them. I read hundreds of comic books, then flung them aside. I listened to music, took sleeping pills, then repeated the cycle. The air was thick and heavy, pressing down on me. When one day finished, I knew that tomorrow I would have to face another one. My future was a daunting, unbroken succession of days as far as I could see. From time to time I’d get a letter from Kaori describing her life, but it was usually a week or so before I could open it, and when I finally did I could only manage a brief reply.

One day when I was seventeen or eighteen I went to see her. I showered for the first time in ages, changed my clothes and left the house. The unfamiliar sunshine was too bright, so I pulled my cap down tightly over my eyes. I thought that everyone I met was looking at me, did my best to control the fierce beating of my heart. I went to a hairdresser and asked for a trim, I didn’t care what style. The hairdresser chattered away, but I couldn’t get myself together enough to answer properly. The guy was kind, though, and eventually I stuttered out a few suitable remarks.

I left the salon, walking deliberately. For some reason I’d got into the habit of treading carefully. A woman in red was walking along the street perpendicular to mine on the other side of a high fence, moving smoothly past the black palings. I watched absently as the black overlaid the red, as the red was hidden by a series of black stripes, until finally we met at the corner. She was quite a bit older than me, but I thought she was beautiful, so I stopped. She passed by quickly, giving me a funny look. She didn’t seem suspicious, but I guess I must have looked pretty strange. I took a deep breath and made my way cautiously forward once more.

Kaori’s school was in Nakamura in Nagoya. I waited for her in a small park a short distance from the gate. She’d been set up in an apartment on her own, and she’d have to pass this way to get home. I remember vividly how beautiful she was then. She was walking with three boys and two girls, laughing at something one of them had said. She screwed up her eyes and pushed the girl beside her playfully on the arm. Her expression held no shadow of the troubles of a few years earlier. She was free of us. I stood dazed, looking at her loveliness and glow. She was beyond my reach. Once we had been able to be together and happy, but it was like she had entered my life as some kind of mistake, as a brief fantasy. The loss of this blissful hallucination, combined with the confusion of being a teenager, rooted me to the spot.