John awoke and found the room darker than it was before. He had no idea what time it was. The warmth of the futon was begging him not to leave but he stumbled up into the cold and his body shivered in shock from the sudden temperature change.
Very slightly, John opened his door and noticed a light coming from one of the rooms down the hallway, the faint sound of a TV only barely reached his ears.
John put some clothes on before heading over to the room and knocking twice on the slightly ajar door.
“John-san?”
John slid the door open and saw a short, slim woman with a straight-cut fringe in a bob standing and smiling at him, she had a can of beer in her hand.
John bowed deeply, “I’m John, nice to meet you!”
The woman bowed and smiled without showing her teeth, “John-san! Aren’t you just so handsome! I’m Tsukiko, nice to meet you. Welcome to Japan!”
John felt his cheeks flush red, he didn’t know what to say.
Tsukiko waved her hand and beckoned him to come into the room, “Come in! I saw you were sleeping before so I didn’t want to disturb you. Do you want a beer? Do you like Japanese beer? Is it okay if I speak Japanese?” Tsukiko was energetic and rapidly firing questions.
“Yes, please! I like Japanese beer.” He wasn’t well versed in Japanese beer but he wasn’t about to ask for a Coopers.
John sat while Tsukiko disappeared into another room before returning with a beer.
It was a large can, 500ml of a beer called Kirin which he had never had before.
“Kanpai!” They both said as they touched their cans together and John took a sip.
Tsukiko asked John a million questions about Australia and his life over there. Why did he like Japan? Could he eat sushi? And of course, did he have a girlfriend? To which he blushed and just said no.
She raised an eyebrow as she took a sip of her beer, “Hmmm, the girls here will love you! Foreign men are so handsome! I love your deep eye sockets. Aaaah I wish I had deep eye sockets, look at this! I have no depth in my eye sockets.” She pointed to her eyes and John looked but wasn’t entirely sure what to say.
He’d never really thought about his eye socket depth before.
They talked back and forth for a while and Tsukiko explained that she worked at a small office a few stations away. She didn’t say what she did other than it was an office job and it was boring but she rarely had to do it over time and the money wasn’t bad.
“Hey, have you told your family you arrived? They’ll be worried won’t they?” Tsukiko said as the conversation lulled.
Since John arrived, he had been so absorbed in everything that he completely forgot about calling home. Tsukiko gestured for him to use the phone.
After struggling to put in the country codes and number properly he finally heard the phone ringing.
Brr-Brr—Brr-Brr—Brr-Kcccht-“Hello.” It was Mum.
“Mum I’m here! Sorry I just managed to get to a phone now. I’m at Tsukiko and Tadao’s place.”
“Oh! Thank goodness, I was worried but there were no plane crashes on the news so I knew it wasn’t that- Love it’s John- he’s arrived!” Mum yelled out to Dad mid-sentence.
“Anyway, how is everything?” She asked.
“It’s amazing – people have been really friendly and helpful and the house is beautiful. How are you?”
“Oh, we’re fine here, nothing much just the usual. Oh, I’m so glad! I’ll put your father on. Hold on.”
John had a brief conversation with Dad before he suggested not to talk too long because the international calling fees weren’t cheap. John put the phone down and thanked Tsukiko.
The two talked a little more and John slowly drank his beer, realising he had not eaten anything since Ryo’s breakfast, he had an empty stomach and felt a little tipsy from the beer. Tsukiko insisted on giving John a proper tour of the house after hearing Ryo had only shown him his room, the kitchen, and the bathroom.
The living room had a similar cluttered feeling to the kitchen, with a TV and some seats. There was a kotatsu (a coffee table with a heater underneath and a blanket around the edges) with two-floor seats around it. It seemed as if there were bookshelves of different sizes occupying every part of the walls – they were crammed with books, plates and even some faded old photos. There was a liquor cabinet and an old-looking computer at a desk.
Tadao and Tsukiko’s room was similar to John’s except much more personal. Tsukiko only briefly opened the door to their room but it reminded John of Mum and Dad’s room. There were his and her clothes in different parts of the room, a dresser, and an ironing board.
The garden went all around the house and while it was relatively narrow, with no specific front or backyard, it all joined seamlessly with large, flat stones of all sizes with moss-like mortar joining them together.
Tsukiko explained that this house had been in Tadao’s family for a long time, it was an old house with many, many memories. “Did Ryo mention that Tadao, him, and myself were friends from a long time ago?” Tsukiko was staring off.
“Yeah…he did. He said the three of you used to spend a lot of time here.”
Tsukiko smiled, “Yes, the three of us are so close. Those men are idiots but they mean the world to me.”
The two continued to walk the garden and the sky became darker above them with the sun nearly completely set by now. John realised and appreciated that Tsukiko slipped into English for more difficult conversations, she must have sensed the limit of his ability.
“You know Ryo, he is a really good guy. If you’re ever in trouble and we’re not around – please go to Ryo, he will help you.” She added while stepping back into the house.
Tadao wasn’t due back for a little while and Tsukiko suggested they eat around Kichijoji so that way Tadao could meet them there. Even though Kichijoji was a train stop away, walking didn’t take long, particularly through the park. They took a slightly more scenic route and Tsukiko pointed out where places like the pharmacy and convenience stores were. 7-Eleven was close to the station but there was another one called Lawson nearby, “I am more of a Lawson fan but Tadao likes Seven.” Tsukiko rolled her eyes. John was curious about what the difference was.
Passing the station, the two descended a path into Inokashira Park. By now it was dark and only the park lamps provided illumination in amongst the darkness of the park. Several people passed, they seemed to be going home, some were walking and talking with others. A man sat on a bench facing the lake with an easel and the dark lake before him.
Tsukiko explained that Inokashira Park was always fairly busy but there was a time Tsukiko recalled when she would never walk through at night alone. There were all kinds of perverts back in the day and it wasn’t that well lit. One of the most frightening things that she recalled was the time there were body parts found in a bin in the park, “I can’t remember what year it was but some guy was chopped up and but in bags. All his blood was drained out and it was very precise.” John looked at a bin as they passed and wondered how many bins they used to dispose of all the body parts.
“They never found the guy who did it but it was probably some mob job. People don’t just do stuff like that but then again, you never know…” Tsukiko seemed to be talking to herself at this point.
After circling the lake, they walked up some stirs to find what looked like a restaurant doing yakitori. It was extremely busy and the smoke wafted out as they passed.
It was the same street John had looked down when Toji showed him I 0 I 0 earlier that morning. The street felt different than it did in the morning. If it was still waking up when he first saw it, the street had woken up and put all of its accessories on. They came in the form of glowing street lamps, open stores, and things spilling out onto the street with countless people weaving in between the chaos of everything. Young men and women walked around holding menus yelling out the specials their establishment was offering in the form of all-you-can-drink or special set options.
Tsukiko pointed back to the smokey place, “Actually, we’re going here. Let’s wait in line and Tadao will join us.”
As they waited in the slow-moving line Tsukiko told him he should go and get himself a pre-paid phone from one of the providers. She suggested a provider called Softbank because they were okay with foreigners getting pre-paid phones, even on a holiday. “You probably would have seen a Softbank store this morning as you walked from the station right?”
John realised that he hadn’t told Tsukiko about his little detour, “Well actually this morning when I got to Kichijoji, I couldn’t find Marui and a guy helped me and ended up taking me on the train to Inokashira-Koen Station. I found Ryo’s place from there.”
“Eh? Wait – some random guy helped you? He wasn’t some kind of scam artist, was he? Did he ask you for money?” Tsukiko looked alarmed but slightly amused.
“No, he didn’t ask for anything and his English was really good. His name was Toji.”
“Hmm…okay. Maybe it’s because you are a foreigner. Just remember, while Japan in a peaceful country, you don’t always know what someone’s intentions might be. There is a lot that we can’t always see.” Tsukiko’s eyes seemed empty as she said this as if she had taken a step out of her body momentarily.
John wasn’t quite sure what to say, but assumed that this did not only apply to Japan, it could happen anywhere in the world.
“I will be careful. Don’t worry Tsukiko-san, Australia has a dark side too but maybe it just looks a bit different from how it does here?”
Tsukiko smiled at him, “I suppose you’re right. You’re a smart boy John-san,”
The line had progressed somewhat and one of the staff asked Tsukiko how many people before scribbling something down on the pad. Without looking at John she informed Tsukiko that they didn’t have an English menu. Tsukiko told her that wasn’t a problem.
“OH! Before I forget, you don’t need to call me Tsukiko-san or Tadao, Tadao-san. Please just call us Okaasan (Mum) and Otōsan (Dad).”
John agreed without processing it but then he thought how it would be calling other people Mum and Dad who weren’t his parents. With that said, the words felt different to him so he decided to approach it that way.
As they approached the entrance, Tsukiko started waving at a man in the crowd walking towards them. Tadao wore a dark check suit with a deep red skivvy underneath. Tadao was looked younger than John imagined, but then so did Tsukiko.
Tadao bowed deeply, “John-san, it is so good to meet you and welcome!” He had a slightly husky voice. The man standing before him had short hair, salt and pepper with a well-kept beard to match. He wasn’t slim but also not overweight.
Tadao subtly touched Tsukiko’s back and she looked at him, smiling deeply with her eyes, “You kept us waiting! Unbelievable.”
“Hey hey! John’s going to find out how much you can’t stand me on his first night with us!” Tadao laughed and Tsukiko did too.
John laughed, not knowing exactly if he was meant to say anything so he just blurted out his formalities with Tadao, “It’s nice to meet you too, thank you for letting me stay during this time.” Bowing deeply in return.
“Gee, your Japanese is good and you can even bow properly!” Tadao laughed and patted John on the shoulder giving a light squeeze as he did.
Shortly after the three entered the restaurant. The room before them was like a hall with tables and seats lining the middle, booths around the sides, and repeated up two levels. Dark, old-looking wood and white panels with white lanterns uniformly lining tables and support beams. A smoky haze hung in the air and it wasn’t just the charcoal grill, people smoked as they drank and ate.
Smoking was legal in restaurants? John was surprised. He couldn’t even remember a time when people smoked in restaurants in Australia but his parents recalled a time when it was very much legal. They never spoke of it fondly.
It was loud, they squeezed between tables and apologised as they did. The young man guiding them darted effortlessly and unapologetically, looking back occasionally to see where the three were. As John walked awkwardly behind Tadao and Tsukiko, he caught glances, leaned in, an whispered before the whole table looked his way. He looked directly back and sometimes they looked away, other times they smiled or laughed.
“There’s a foreigner!”
Weave in between a long table with a bunch of co-workers.
“He’s handsome! Do you think he’s American?”
Side-ways walk between two tables with a ruckus group of uni students.
“Hey look behind you…”
A smaller group of four.
“Oh…there’s one here…”
Two young guys sitting at a table with beers and cigarettes hanging out of their mouths staring directly at John.
Once in their booth, Tadao ordered three beers, pulled out a packet of cigarettes, passed one to Tsukiko before lighting it and then doing his own.
Shortly after their drinks came out, Tadao and Tsukiko ordered a number of things that John had no idea about. He knew about yakitori which was chicken char grilled on a skewer but it seemed like there was more to it. In fact, when the plates came out, it seemed like anything could be grilled on a stick. They could be ordered with salt seasoning or a sauce that was almost like a thick, sweet soy.
John found that he was fond of chicken skin with salt seasoning, chicken hearts and beef.
He was not partial to liver at all.
Asparagus and gooey mochi wrapped in bacon were close contenders too.
Tsukiko ordered another serve of chicken skin for herself, “It’s full of collagen so it’s great for skin.” She poked her cheek as she explained. Tadao laughed, “I think you’ve got enough collagen in your cheeks don’t you?”
Tsukiko lobbed a slap his way before the two laughed again.
John hadn’t encountered a dynamic like this before, the couples he saw in highschool didn’t make jokes like this, it easily would have ended in tears. Even Mum and Dad didn’t joke like this, or if they did it was just about weird stuff that no one understood except them. John found himself wanting to laugh too but wasn’t sure if he should or could. Tsukiko and Tadao wouldn’t have noticed though, they were in their little world during those moments anyway.
Tadao fired off questions to John all night, asking about how John’s parents were before reminiscing about the days back in Australia, “It’s a good country! No overtime and very peaceful like Japan.”, he took a puff of his cigarette as he surveyed.
“So what are you going to do while you’re here? Have you thought about places you want to see or things you want to do?”
If John were to be completely honest, he hadn’t thought much about what he would do at all. There was a part of him that thought they might show him around but it seemed like the two of them would have work most of the time during the days, “I think I might just go around and explore and see what I can find. I really don’t know. I’ve never been overseas before…”
It was only just dawning on John, still less than 24 hours in the country that he had three months ahead of him. He couldn’t begin to comprehend what he even had to do.
“First time? Oh gee!“
“We’ll both be working a lot but we can give you recommendations for places to go. What do you like? Anime? Sushi?”
“I like shopping, eating and walking around cities. I’m interested in Japanese culture but I don’t know where to start. Anime and sushi are fine…”
“Tsukiko and I can make a list. Oh- hey who was that kid that Ryo knows? He should be about John’s age right?”
“Aahh—you mean the one who lives a few stations away and had a job trial a few weeks back?” Tsukiko was racking her brain as she took a sip of her umeshu soda, “I don’t remember his name…maybe we can drop by Ryo’s place later and if he’s there we can introduce you John. He doesn’t start university until April so he’s like you – lot’s of time.”
“Oh cool!” John wondered what this guy was like and if they would get along.
“Good thing it’s not a girl or she’d probably be all over a handsome foreigner like you! Say John, what do you think about Japanese women?” Tadao gave John a wink.
John’s cheeks flushed red. He did not think he would be at risk of having to come out so soon. His heart started racing in his chest.
Tell the truth.
Don’t tell them.
What if they’re homophobes?
What did Japanese people even think about gay people?
There were always gay references and themes in anime but he really didn’t know.
“Oh…umm I haven’t really – well yeah of course super pretty!” He blurted out awkwardly. It wasn’t the best answer but it also wasn’t a flat our lie. Objectively, yes Japanese women were very pretty. Women in general were pretty but it didn’t mean he was sexually attracted to them.
It was a lie by omission. There were worse ways to go.
“Oh look at what you’ve done! The poor thing has gone bright red. He’s not even an adult yet!” Tsukiko threw a look Tadao’s way and clicked her tongue angrily. There was little jest in her eyes or words this time. She looked at John and softened to a warm and caring gaze, “Don’t listen to him! In your own time You’re just a boy.”
John felt the need to let her know he was eighteen but she waved a finger and shook her head smiling, “Aaah but in Japan you do not technically come of age until you’re twenty years old.”
This was news to John but it also begged the question as to why they let him drink. He wasn’t about to question that though. He was thoroughly enjoying his third beer.
After dinner they walked through the much darker and quieter Inokashira Park. It felt much colder than it did earlier. The air was still and John could see his breath billowing out in front of him.
The stillness of the park really struck him. There was something eery, there was something missing but he couldn’t figure out what it was.
The three made their way up the path and the steps near Inokashira-Koen Station. A few of the stores had glowing windows and people inside. One of those was 万星.
“You would have gone here this morning right?”
“Yeah! Actually, how do I read it? I know it’s 10,000 and stars, is it man-hoshi?”
Tadao laughed, “Aah close. You have the meaning of those kanji correct but it’s actually a name, Maho.”
“Maho? Okay…” John didn’t understand how it worked but he wasn’t about to question it. He knew jack all about kanji so this showed he had a lot to learn.
They entered into the warm, smoky space, except compared to Iseya, the smokiness of Maho was purely cigarette smoke.
Ryo was behind the bar talking to some customers at the counter and looked over towards the three standing at the door. His eyes lit up, “Irasssshai!”
Ryo was wearing a denim happi with a black t-shirt underneath. His long hair tied up as it was in the morning.
With all the chairs and tables arranged and people sitting at them, the bar felt completely different from when John had eggs there that morning. There were quite a few people scattered around. It’s not like the bar was huge but if Dad was there he would say, oh it’s a great use of the space!
The walls were smoothly rendered in a light beige with countless dark floating shelves scattered in an almost random selection along every wall. Some were high, others were low, long and short. Vinyl records of retro Japanese pop singles, little figurines crowded one shelf while photos of different locations taken on film were neatly lined up on others.
A few customers glanced his way with stares lingering before going back to their own business. A young man with a similar coloured hapi and black t-shirt was collecting some glasses from an empty table and wiping it down. He smiled and greeted them too, “Irashaimaseh” his voice deep and almost didn’t match his face which was soft and young looking. His eyes disappeared as he smiled, there was something fox-like and delicate about his features. This was compared to Ryo who whose thicker and more prominent features gave him an old-world masculinity.
“Ahh that’s the guy! He’s your new friend John.” Tsukiko tapped John on the shoulder and obviously pointed at the fox-like staff member with the deep voice.
Noticing this, the young man quickly made his way over to the three, “Oh I’m so sorry, that was rude of me. Where would you like to sit?” He bowed deeply.
Tadao stepped in, “No, no take your time. We were just saying that our friend’s son John will be staying with us he’s your age and we think you two could be friends.” He said matter-of-factly.
The boy laughed and raised both eyebrows before turning to John, “AH! WELCOME. MY – NAME – IS – KENTA. WHAT – IS – YOUR – NAME? JAPANESE OK?” he said in the loudest and almost patronisingly slow Japanese John had ever heard. The token English at the end was also loud and slow.
John blinked multiples times before stammering out his response, “My name is John. Nice to meet you.”
Kenta turned to Tadao and Tsukiko, “Ohh he can speak Japanese. That’s so cool.”
The two chuckled politely before Tsukiko launched, “Kenta, you’re starting university next year aren’t you? You live on the Inokashira line don’t you?”
Tsukiko had a mission, she was gathering information with a steely determination. Her bob and dead straight fringe accentuated the power in her eyes. Soft Kenta barely stood a chance, “Oh-uh-yes. My family lives near Highashi Matsubara Station…” He was extremely polite in his answers but John could perceive a stress growing within him. He knew where this was going.
Tsukiko continued, “So, John is the same as you. He starts university in his country next year but he’s with us for three months. Won’t it be a great chance for the two of you to hang out? You can show John around when you have time. That won’t be an issue right?” Tsukiko was asking questions, but it didn’t seem like there was more than one answer. The answer was going to be yes, of course it’s fine.
Kenta laughed, it was extremely unnatural sounding and John just stood there awkwardly observing the whole situation. Tadao had walked over to Ryo and the two were snickering while looking over at Tsukiko and Kenta, presumably about the massacre taking place before their eyes.
Tsukiko delivered the final blow, “John doesn’t have a phone yet so you can give me your number and email now or I can just get it off Ryo.” There was absolutely no malice in her voice or actions, Tsukiko was just connecting two people based on them being similar ages and have a similar amount of spare time.
Kenta’s mouth was open slightly, “Uh- I’ll just go get my phone…” He was about to turn around when Tsukiko stuck the knife in even further, “Huh? Don’t you know your own phone number and email?”
Kenta turned around reluctantly and laughed nervously, “Oh yeah! Sorry I just…”
He recited his number and email with Tsukiko checking it with him.
After the awkward exchange, John and Tsukiko joined Tadao who had taken a seat at the bar near Ryo and was busily chatting away. Kenta quietly passed them each hot towels.
John wasn’t sure what to do with it so he just cleaned his hands with it, the sting of the hot towel on his cold extremities made each finger feel like it was throbbing. It was odd, it felt nice.
“Three warm sake!” Tadao seemed to proclaim out of nowhere. Ryo nodded and chuckled a bit as he took three small bottles and put them in what looked like a hot water bath. Steaming, but not boiling.
Once they were done, a small bottle and an even smaller cup were placed in front of John. Tsukiko wordlessly poured his and then her own.
“Kanpai!” With a steady gaze and deep eye contact, Tadao joined in and so did Ryo who had a cup poured too. In unison the four of them downed their Sake. The slightly sweet, frangrant and reminded him of moist earth. The warmth spread within him, his eyes closed for a brief moment.
“Kenta! Come here and join in with our new friend!” Ryo growled over at Kenta who was pottering around the kitchen looking busy. He shuffled over before apologising.
Now there were five cups.
“Welcome to Tokyo John!”
“Thank you!” John bowed his head before they all clinked their full cups and downed another shot.
Kenta put his cup down slowly before bowing and drawing away wordlessly.
After the warm sake, the three took their leave and headed home. Tsukiko and Tadao allowed John to have a shower before they did. He made it quick because he felt guilty. He just wanted to get the smell of the smoke out of his clothes and hair and skin.
By the time he got to his room, he found a small bottle next to his clothes and while he couldn’t make out everything written on it, the pictures on the back indicated that it was a clothing deodoriser. John found some coat hangers in the cupboard, hung his clothes in the sun room, sprayed every inch of them before closing the shoji.
The light above his futon had a string he pulled, once made it dim, twice turned the light off.
Once more John sunk into the futon. The light, fluffy warmth wrapped around him and he found his tingling body sinking into another time and space. His eyes closed and he fell asleep.
The house was quiet and everyone was asleep. Outside, the silver moonlight flooded the garden which was still and silent except for the trickle of the water flowing into the pond.