Chapter Twenty-Two: Tetsu:
I barely sleep anymore. Because of that, I get up and go to the late-night theater and watch movies. I slip out of the apartment and go walking. I don’t like it. What did he do to us this time?
I walked up to the ticket booth. The woman behind the glass didn’t look at me.
“One please,” I said. I slid across my money. She took it and gave me another ticket. I bowed and walked inside. This was how my nights became. Lying asleep in bed night after night was going to do it anymore. Watching Taichi sleep didn’t help. So one night, I just got up, got dressed, and headed inside.
Tonight, it’s another old samurai film. These are the only types of movies playing this late at night. The newer stuff plays at other theaters in the areas. Somehow, I don’t feel those will help in my case. I walked into screen room three. My usual seat is near the exit in the back. Once I sat down, I let myself get lost in my mind. I never really watch the movie. I’m just passing time until morning. I never get tired either.
But tonight, I am not alone.
In the middle of old trailers from the 1950′s, I heard the door open as quietly as possible. Footsteps shuffled in and stopped next to my seat. The chair to my right creaked down and someone flopped down into it. I didn’t sense anything from them. Not tadpole or a demon. Just a plain old normal.
Then, the movie started.
“You come out here at night too, huh?” a voice whispered. I didn’t turn my head. Maybe it was a guy or a girl.
“Yeah,” I said nodding. The title card came up.
“Are you afraid to come here alone at night?” they asked.
“No,” I said.
“But you could die out here. Because of them.”
I looked out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t really see the face. I still couldn’t sense anything about them. Should I attack them or run?
“Who are you?” I whispered.
“Tell who you are.”
“Just tell me.”
I focused my eyes back to the screen. “Tell me who you are first.”
“Nobody. I am nobody.”
“Okay… I’m Tetsu.” I thought that it would end there. I tried to focus on the black and white fight on the screen. Still, I could still feel the eyes locked on me.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
“I just want your story,” they said.
“Tell me everything about yourself.” The tone of the voice sent up a red flag in my head. There was something almost robotic about it. Like it sounded rehearsed in a way. The worst part was I couldn’t pin down the motivation. I didn’t sense any evil from them. But, I doubted there was any good will behind it either.
“Can I please just watch the movie?” I asked. I got no response for the rest of the night.