Monday, January 9, 2012

Minori's Apartment

This isn't actually part of the notebook, but it's important anyway.

It took a while for Minori to heal. So she spent most of her time cooped up in her apartment, researching the man she had seen. She was obsessed with it for a while. Every time The Mad Ventriloquist visited, there was newspaper articles, books on folklore, copies of wood etchings and other various stuff spread around her apartment.

And The Mad Ventriloquist did visit. He still had a job to do, after all. He would finish it. And he was starting to like Minori. Something about her devotion, her need to do things right. Even a bit of her unbending morality was comforting in an odd way.

One day she looked to The Mad Ventriloquist and pulled him to the center of the room. "Let's make a promise." she said, "No secrets here. Here it's completely safe. We can be who we are, instead of who we're supposed to be."

It was a silly thing to say, yet The Mad Ventriloquist took it to heart for some reason. "A police officer didn't kill my brother." he said.

"Who did?" Minori asked?

"An assasin named David Banks."

She raised her eyebrows. "Are you going to tell me the tooth fairy's real now too?" she asked.

The Mad Ventriloquist didn't blame her. David Banks had gotten a reputation in New York. He worked everywhere, but NYC seemed to be his base of operations. Everyone in crime and law enforcement knew his name. Much fewer had seen his face. Most people thought he was a myth.

The Mad Ventriloquist feels like he shouldn't have to mention that he isn't.

"I promise, David's real. Actually he's probably raiding my fridge right now." The Mad Ventriloquist answered. He found out later that this was true. Minori didn't look convinced though.

"So why didn't you kill him?" she asked. That was a very very good question. The Mad Ventriloquist still isn't sure. He had him. He could have. But David started talking and he didn't.

"He's brilliant Minori." He began, "I have never met anyone that smart in my life. And he told me it was just buisness, and really it probably was. I've killed people before on business. I really don't want some asshole with a baseball bat to try and kill me over that. And I don't know. There was something about him. He was like me."

"An arrogant homicidal dickwad?"

The Mad Ventriloquist got sort of upset at that. "A warrior. A survivor. You wouldn't understand."

Minori got upset back at him "Of course I understand. Do you see half Japanese girls running around every day? Let alone in the slums. Every single thing that could happen out there in the streets of New York has happened to me. And I survived. I got through it. Until one day I realized that surviving didn't matter to me as much as how."

The Mad Ventriloquist was silent for a while. "There's no other way."

She shook her head. "There is."

The Mad Ventriloquist left very angry that day.

That day also changed his life.

For once, he allowed himself one question.

Could he be the good guy?


  1. There's always another way. What matters is that you look for it.

  2. Hehe, it's funny what asking questions does to you, eh?

    Because you can't lie about the answer when you're the one asking. Not forever.

  3. When punching evil in the face, remember not to hyper-extend your arm, align the tip of your knuckle with your wrist, and generate power from your hip, not your shoulder. All of these steps are necessary to gain maximum power and safety.

    Have fun! ~_^

  4. The thing is.. it's the same as flipping a coin. When you ask the question, when you tempt fate, you learn the answer before you ever speak a word. You know inside yourself, and you can't make that knowledge go away.

    Question is, did you WANT to be the good guy?

  5. Heh. The idea of David being a myth... I don't know why I find that so fucking hilarious.

    I'm glad she showed you that you can be what you want, but that does go both ways.
    What matters isn't what side you're on, but how you work with what you've got.

  6. I would say that
    you have to be
    a good person.
    But that would
    be hypocritical.

    Some are dealt a
    hand and they have
    to play with what
    they are given.

    They can go about
    them in many
    different ways.

    I hope you can
    be what you
    wish to be.

    Also, the fairy tale
    idea of David Banks,
    might be why they
    sent us out anyway.

  7. Ventriloquist, I think you could be the sort of person that might be good for the sort of thing that might be happening. I'll drop you a link and you can see if you're interested:
    Elaine, would you finding it funny have anything to do with the name of your blog? Which reminds me, you folks have really weird blog names.

  8. The Mad Ventriloquist would post this now, when I'm in such a good mood. I will come back to this, I promise, but right now I'm just to content to not think about it, just for a little while longer.

    See you around

  9. I want you to be happy.

    But.. I get the idea that things are going to end in misery.

  10. David Banks, the guy that killed your brother, wound up being your husband. This is so fucked up.