He was dressed in good but not sumptuous clothes, in the style of a merchant. He looked to be in his early thirties, with muscular shoulders and arms. He was not carrying a sword, so he was a commoner. Outside, the ink of night had painted the street. Some establishments had brightly lit lanterns hanging in front of them to advertise that they were open and to guide patrons to their door. At the Little Flower, however, only the light that discreetly spilled out from the door marked the entrance.
“How can I help you, sir?”
“I understand that you cater to, ah, special tastes at this establishment. Fresh taste. Young taste.”
“Well, yes sir, we do. However, you must understand that such entertainment is very expensive. I am sure the esteemed gentleman is very prosperous, but since you have not honored us with your presence before, I want to advise you that an evening’s entertainment might be very dear.”
The merchant reached into a sleeve and brought out a pouch. He poured out some of the contents into his palm, and the servant’s eyes lit up at the sight of gold. “Welcome, welcome, sir!” The servant slid open an inner door. A guard at the door immediately looked up, ready for trouble. The servant gave him a sign that all was well and asked him to fetch the owner of the brothel because an important-that is, rich-guest had arrived.
Within minutes a woman in a fancy black-and-yellow kimono arrived, with two young serving girls trailing her. “I am Jitotenno,” she announced, sitting on the tatami mat. She bowed until her head touched the ground. Her posture was humble, but Kaze suspected the woman was not. Her name, which had been taken when she entered the Floating World of prostitution and entertainment where few people used their own names, was the name of an empress who had ruled Japan a thousand years before.
The serving girls helped remove the man’s sandals, which looked new, and replace his tabi socks, which also looked new, after washing his feet. While they did this, the brothel owner cooed over the new customer, making small talk and flattering him.
Kaze was the customer. After getting money from Nobu, he had gone from the gambling house back to the theater Nobu offered to put him up at the gambling house, but Kaze decided it wasn’t wise to dangle too much temptation in front of Nobu, and simply said he would make his own sleeping arrangements. Kaze didn’t want his head removed by Boss Nobu, and he was careful he wasn’t followed to the theater.
At the theater, he had a tearful reunion with Momoko. At least it was tearful on her part. He was surprised that both Goro and Hanzo seemed happy to see him again. Kaze looked over the costumes at the theater but didn’t see anything he thought was suitable for the part he was going to play, so he gave Momoko money to buy an appropriate merchant’s outfit.
The Little Flower Whorehouse was a fortress, so the best way in was through the front door. To do that, Kaze knew he needed money. With money, all barriers would fall, and he could get them to usher him into the building and show him its inhabitants.
“It is most fortunate the gentleman arrived now,” Jitotenno said. “We are about to have a viewing.”
“Viewing?”
“It is an opportunity for our esteemed guests to see the children, and to select the dear one they would like to be with. As you can guess, our clients demand freshness and newness from our children. Since we run only the finest establishment, I have many agents looking for orphans and other children that we can introduce to our clients. We always have new children for our guests.”
Kaze’s heart sank, not only at the thought of a steady parade of new flesh coming through the Little Flower, but also at the thought that the child he was seeking might have already been sent away.
He was led to a veranda facing an inner courtyard, open to the sky. As Kaze had suspected, this was how the Little Flower provided light and air to the building. Three other men were already sitting on the veranda, comfortably ensconced on zabuton pillows, drinking sakè served to them by a young girl. The courtyard was lit by several torches and, although it was mostly white sand, it was tastefully landscaped with rocks and a few evergreen plants.
Kaze was seated comfortably and given a saucer of sakè. He gave a polite bow to the other three. They bowed back but didn’t say anything. Apparently the Little Flower was not a place where adults engaged in much conversation. When Kaze was settled, the showing began.
Jitotenno walked to the left side of the courtyard and slid back a shoji screen, revealing two musicians. One man proceeded to hit a shime daiko drum, and the other man held a staff festooned with bells, shaking it in rhythm to the drumming.
Jitotenno continued walking around the veranda. At the far wall she slid back another screen. A half-dozen children spilled out of the room behind the screen and into the courtyard. There were three girls and three boys, and Kaze judged their ages to be between seven and nine. Two of the boys engaged in a mock sword fight with light bamboo poles, and the third started fussing with a kite he carried, although it was obvious he wasn’t going to fly it in the confined courtyard. Two of the girls knelt in the sand and started playing cat’s cradle with a piece of string, and the third started bouncing a shuttlecock on a decorative oibane paddle.
Normally, a group of children playing would bring joy to Kaze’s heart, tinged with sadness over the loss of his own children in the war that made Ieyasu Shogun. In this case, there was only sadness. The play of the children had no spontaneity or laughter. It was a carefully rehearsed sham to display human flesh.
Kaze closely examined the faces of the girls. It had been years since he had seen the child, but none of these girls looked even remotely like Kaze’s former Lord and Lady. Kaze’s heart, which was already low at the sight of these children, sank even lower when he saw that none of the girls was the child he was looking for. For the first time in almost three years of searching, Kaze was discouraged.
Kaze looked at the faces of his three fellow customers, and he had to fight to keep a look of revulsion off his own face. The others were watching the children intently, two watching the girls and one watching the boys. On their faces were expressions of pure lust, the kind of lust a drunken teenage boy might have when he went to a brothel to lose his virginity. To see this expression on the faces of grown men when they were looking at children disgusted Kaze.
To Kaze, once a child was past infancy, it was a small person. The child was expected to work and learn and contribute to the household, especially if it was a farm household, as most were. Even though a child was a small person, there were many things that a child could not do until they had gained the experience of years. A girl might be married at fourteen, but at the age of the children in the courtyard, they were supposed to be years away from the mysteries of sex. To see how grown men could view such unformed beings as sexual partners was beyond Kaze’s understanding.
Jitotenno, who had moved to the right side of the courtyard, raised her hand, and the musicians stopped playing. The children immediately dropped their toys and sat on the sand, in a clearly rehearsed move.
“Now, esteemed guests, I would like to present to you the most delicate flower of the Little Flower. She is our most favorite entertainer, and has been for years, Little Chrysanthemum, Kiku-chan!” She dramatically slid open a screen and a frail girl stepped out of the room and onto the veranda. She was dressed in the finest silk kimono, a deep red with a pattern of yellow and white chrysanthemums on it. A matching obi was tied, and her hair was dressed as if she were going to a shrine on New Year’s Day.
Kaze’s breath caught in his throat. Her face was a younger image of the Lady’s. The same smooth cheeks, the same small mouth, the same delicate eyebrows that perfectly accented the eyes. Those eyes, however, were not the Lady’s eyes. The Lady’s eyes were always lively and full of joy. This child’s eyes, her daughter’s eyes, were dull and lifeless. Her look was distant and withdrawn, as if by crawling into some secret place inside her, the child could also withdraw from the life she was leading. It was a younger version of the face Kaze carved on the Kannons he used to ease the dead, but without the peaceful grace and tranquility.