Nightmare in New Tokyo
()
About this ebook
Seika, alone.
Rain covers an ugly, divided New Tokyo. Gangsters fill the streets, beating in the native inhabitants for fun.
Then, one night, walking home from the factory--Seika has enough.
There is power in their blood, anger in their veins, a dark magic buried in their heart.
Will this dark magic be enough to take their city back?
At what cost?
Rei Rosenquist
Rei Rosenquist first remembers life as seen out the high window of a hotel balcony. Down below is a courtyard, swarms of brightly dressed tourists, the beach. The memory is nothing but a blue-green washed image. Warmth and sunlight. Here, they are three years old, and this is the beginning of a nomadic story-teller’s life. Over the years, they have traveled to many countries, engaged many peoples, picked up new habits, and learned new languages. But, some things never change. For them, these are stories, food service, and traveling. These three passions have bloomed from hobbies, studies, and jobs into a way of life. These days, Rei can be found in between Tokyo, Kailua, and Bellingham, Washington pouring beautiful latte art, baking off a batch of famous savory scones, and cozying up with a laptop to obsessively write mountains of dark speculative fiction. You can find Rei’s stories and blog at reirosenquist.com. You can also reach them via email at reirosenquist@gmail.com or connect via Facebook (Rei Rosenquist), Twitter (rylrosenquist) and Instagram (rylrosenquist).
Read more from Rei Rosenquist
Friends Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCome Summer, Come Winter, I'll Come for You Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Juniper Spider Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStars and Dark Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReady to Fly Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAlong These Lines Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Body Carved Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDream Trust Test Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhere Their Bones Lie Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStumbler Upon Us Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsReady Call Jones Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMemory Kodes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBelieve Me Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThey will See You, Reaching Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Remembered Kind of Dream Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeaches of Lisboa Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNeed to Free Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Simple Love Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLike a Gear Grinding Down Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeyond the Collapse: Redemption Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFrom a Broken Angle Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDeception with a Twist: The Broken Circle Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Exiter Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAt the Heart of Trickery Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Grey Stride Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsCome to Seed Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Nightmare in New Tokyo
Related ebooks
Where the Jackals Howl: And Other Stories Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGodeater: The Second World Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFear the Darkness Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lithium Fire Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Interrogation: Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBlack Spice (Knights of the Flaming Blade #3) Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Only Ashes, Part One Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSix-String City Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSolstice: Silver Lake Mysteries, Book #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSolstice: Silver Lake Cozy Mysteries, #4 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBeast Within: Predator & Prey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsIn Pursuit of Trust Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Pure Land Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Dragon Painter Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShards: The Spire, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhen Cars Fall From The Sky: John Wheeler Novels, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsXiao Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDarkness Avenged Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Reverence of a Ronin Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsGalileo's Pendulum: Ross and O'Neill Adventures Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRemember Me: Royal Diviner Trilogy, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSeattle, or In the Meantime Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Tarnished Knight Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A Concept of Right Now Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Sicilian Surrender Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEmpty Hands Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA Flower's Shade Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Rumors from Shanghai Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Oligarch's Daughter Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Loisaida Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Dystopian For You
Tender Is the Flesh Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Handmaid's Tale Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wool: Book One of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/51984 Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Shift: Book Two of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Malice: Award-winning epic fantasy inspired by the Iron Age Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Silo Series Collection: Wool, Shift, Dust, and Silo Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Who Have Never Known Men Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Aurora: A Summer Beach Read Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Animal Farm: A Fairy Story Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Outlawed Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Mask Falling Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dust: Book Three of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Running Man Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/51984 (Original English Edition) Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Prophet Song: A Novel (Booker Prize Winner) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Machine Learning: New and Collected Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Long Walk Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5We Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Cheerfully Refuse Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Am Legend Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Trail of Lightning Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Deluge Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The End We Start From Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Departure Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Lathe Of Heaven Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Only Living Girl on Earth Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Queen of the Tearling: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Reviews for Nightmare in New Tokyo
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Nightmare in New Tokyo - Rei Rosenquist
1
Seika, Alone
Rain poured down in sheets, drenching New Tokyo.
This was no refreshing mist of cool water that would bathe the remnants of a once-glorious city, washing them clean. Oh no. This rain was a dirty deluge, more muck than water. The storms always came on hard in the morning and passed, reluctantly in the evening, leaving the trash-filled streets muddy and reeking of overrun sewage.
This had once been Tokyo, shimmering city of cities. Over the years, it lost its glitter, changed names a dozen times, and everything about it turned ugly and cheap. The rain, yet another symptom of bigger problems.
Despite the title, there was nothing new about the city. Nor did it resemble the great modern city it had once been. Instead, factory after ugly factory stuck high smokestack noses into the dirty sky and spewed black breath. The streets crumbled from negligence, crawling with starved, dark-skinned Ichijin natives in rags and well-fed pale skinned foreign gangsters who dressed in expensive rag-style fashion to blend in.
The only new things New Tokyo could claim to have imported were the wealthy elite who segregated the city with high stone walls that kept the Ichijin out of their treasure holds, and riot-gear-clad police officers who controlled the massive locked gates between the two. The rich foreigners lived fat in a small isolated sector while the Ichijin worked themselves to the bone on Factory Row for the scraps of a sad, broken city longing to be whole again.
The Shiroitachi family, a wide-spread native line with heritage in all parts of once-peaceful Japan, had once been a part of that narrative. Bringing broken peoples back together. Healing ruined lands. Mending promises laid to waste.
Shiroitachi, directly translated, meant white ferret.
But colloquially, they'd been called Heiwaitachi. The Peace Ferret, gentle and kind. White marble statues had been erected in their honor.
Those were gone now. Blasted out or knocked down.
The last person in the world who bore the legendary socio-political name of Shiroitachi was Seika. A slight and quiet non-binary factory worker who made no waves, had no friends or family left, and worked seventeen hour shifts at the local factory producing metal tubes and discs for New Tokyo imported elite.
What a gentle revolutionary.
Today had been extra long—eighteen hours after a fire in the tubes had caused delays and a mess only Seika could clean up (or so the super had said, which was most likely just a cruelty aimed at Seika’s once-famous family). Seika clocked off at midnight, well after safe walking hours, then missed the last rusted tram rattling in the direction of Cot Town, where all the locals lived in stacked hovels more like cages than homes. Catching a cab was out of the question. Seika had no credits to spare.
Seika started up at the rain and willed it to stop.
Something niggled the back of their mind. Most likely, just exhaustion. Seika rubbed their sore knuckles into the sockets of their eyes, pressing as hard as they could bear. White patterns burst across the backs of their eyelids, dancing and twisting together in magnificent shapes. They sighed hard and released.
The rain had stopped.
Seika shrugged, shoving the coincidence aside. Looks like it’s fine weather for a walk, after all.
They stepped with a shiver from the safety of the factory.
Out on the curb, just about anything could happen and nobody would care. The factory had security cams once, and nano-robotic firewalls protected by heavily equipped robotic security devices. But those were a thing of the past. Now, the little black and blue cases which once held the cams and the hatches which released the robots were covered in layers of dust and disregard.
The only thing protecting Seika now was themself.
Another deep sigh. If Seika was anything, it wasn’t a fighter. Stealth and speed were their only allies. Their ticket home, now. Seika tore off the curb like it was a starting gate, made it a handful of meters, and swiftly