He flipped open his cell phone and saw that another five minutes had passed. He didn't think Yoshino would stand him up, but he was getting worried, so he climbed out of his car.

Outside, he realized that the cold air from the pass had swept down to the city. He stretched and took a deep breath, and the chilled air caught in his throat. In the distance the sky over Tenjin was dyed purple. Suddenly the thought hit him that Yoshino was planning to spend the night with him. Since he came all the way from Nagasaki to see her, maybe she was going to go with him to that love hotel they went to before? If that was the case, he didn't mind her being twenty minutes late. But he couldn't stay at a love hotel in Hakata tonight. He had to be back at work at seven a.m.

He climbed over the fence, checked to see that no one was coming, and urinated on a hedge in the park. The foamy spray of his urine covered the hedge like a wet cloth and dribbled down at his feet.

"Hey, remember how some guys tried to pick us up at the Meeting Bridge? Yoshino, you remember?" Sari called out to her from behind, and Yoshino turned around.

"When was this?" Yoshino asked.

The three girls had left Tetsunabe, the gyoza gyoza restaurant, and were hurrying toward the subway, along the Naka River, its surface lit up by all the neon signs. restaurant, and were hurrying toward the subway, along the Naka River, its surface lit up by all the neon signs.

"Last summer," Sari said. She was walking next to Yoshino and she glanced over at the bright surface of the Fukuhaka Meeting Bridge, a semi-covered footbridge.

"Really?" Yoshino asked.

"You remember-those two guys on a business trip from Osaka."

Yoshino finally nodded. "Um," she said. Last summer, one time after they'd eaten in Tenjin and were on their way home, two men had called out to them on the bridge, asking if they'd like to go sing karaoke. The men, slim in their suits, were nice looking enough, but Mako had had too much to drink, so the women turned them down.

"I got them to give me their business cards and I found the cards yesterday. They work for a TV station in Osaka."

"Are you kidding me?" Yoshino replied, not showing much interest.

"I was thinking if I change jobs I'd like to go into mass media, so maybe I'll get in touch with them."

"With guys who tried to pick you up?" Yoshino chuckled. Considering the kind of junior college Sari had graduated from, no one in the media was going to hire her, particularly a TV station.

"Hey," Sari said, changing the subject, "whatever happened to that guy who tried to pick you up in the park next to Solaria?"

"Solaria?"

"You know, the guy who came from Nagasaki, driving some kind of cool-looking car?"

This was the man Yoshino was on the way to see now. "Hmm," Yoshino said, trying to cut off the topic. She glanced at Mako.

Yoshino had told her friends he'd tried to pick her up at the park in Tenjin. But they had indeed met for the first time in person in front of Solaria. Since he was from Nagasaki, Yuichi didn't know Solaria, a popular Hakata fashion mall.

"You've never been to Tenjin?" Yoshino had asked him, and he said, "I've driven here a few times but never walked around." Yoshino had been hesitant about meeting him, but when he sent her his photo the day before, and she saw how good-looking he was, she e-mailed him, agreeing to meet.

On the day of their date, she arrived at Solaria and saw a tall man who looked like he must be Yuichi, leaning against a show window at the entrance. He was even more handsome than his photo. Yoshino suddenly regretted not having been more honest with him in their phone conversations and messages.

She hesitantly approached him and when he saw her approaching, he got flustered and mumbled something she couldn't catch.

"Excuse me?" Yoshino asked and he mumbled again.

He must be nervous, Yoshino figured. She deliberately brushed his arm, repeated herself, and looked up at him.

"I-I don't know any restaurants around here," he said in a small voice.

"That doesn't matter. Anywhere's fine."

When he saw Yoshino's smile, the man's face relaxed.

Yoshino figured his mumbling was just first-date nerves, but as time passed he kept it up. She couldn't understand a thing he said. It wasn't nervousness that made him mumble, she realized, it was just the way he normally talked.

"It kind of irritates me being with him," Yoshino said curtly. She was walking between Sari and Mako, down the stairs to the subway.

"But isn't he really handsome?" Mako said enviously.

"Yeah, he's good-looking, all right," Yoshino replied. "But he's boring. And besides, I have Keigo."

"That's right.... But how come you're the one that always gets to meet guys like that?" Mako asked.

After a pause, Sari said, snidely, "She's only been going out with Keigo for a short time, so of course she wants to see other guys."

As she held on tightly to the strap in the crowded subway car, Yoshino looked at the reflection of her two friends in the window. "His car is a tricked-out Skyline GT-R, plus he's taller than Keigo, I think. The problem is, he's a total bore. I think he might be slightly retarded."

"How many times have you guys dated?"

"Two or three times, I guess," Yoshino said, her eyes on the window.

"But the guy comes all the way from Nagasaki to see you."

"It only takes an hour and a half."

"He can get here that fast?"

"He drives crazy fast."

"You've gone driving with him?"

"Just as far as Momochi."

Sari, who'd been listening to their conversation as both of them stared straight ahead at the window, lowered her voice and poked Yoshino playfully in the side. "If you went to Momochi you must have stayed over, like at the Hyatt?"

"The Hyatt? No way." Yoshino deliberately left her reply open to interpretation.

That first day when she met Yuichi at Solaria, they went to eat at a nearby pizza restaurant. Yuichi seemed totally unsure of himself. He couldn't get the busy waitress's attention, and when she brought the wrong order to them, he didn't know what to do, and didn't complain. Mentally, Yoshino was already comparing him to Keigo, when they'd played darts at the bar in Tenjin.

When Yoshino first moved into the Fairyland Hakata apartments, there was a time when she was totally wrapped up in online dating sites. This was before she became friends with Sari and Mako, and she'd spend every night, bored, alone in her room punching out replies to ten or more so-called online friends. All of them wanted to meet her. At night, typing out replies to turn them down, she felt like a girl with a busy, full social schedule, when in fact, not yet used to Hakata, all she was doing was sitting alone in a corner of her little apartment, busily moving her thumbs along a keypad.

After she and Sari and Mako became friends, she didn't have the time to deal with her online friends. Then she'd met Keigo in October, and given him her e-mail address; but when she became irritated that he hadn't contacted her much, she registered again with the same online dating site. In three days she got over a hundred e-mails, some of them from older men looking to have a relationship. She separated the replies by age. Next she decided, based on their language, which ones were lying about their age, and replied just to the handful who seemed like real possibilities.

Yuichi was one of these. In his first reply he said he was into cars into cars. When Yoshino read this, she had a mental image of herself sitting next to Keigo in his Audi. He hadn't invited her for a drive, of course, but she daydreamed about his car: where they would go and what CDs they'd play. Out of the hundred or so replies she received, Yuichi's e-mail probably stuck with her for this reason.

The moment she first saw Yuichi she regretted having told him, via phone and e-mail, that she had a boyfriend but that they weren't getting along well, and that she didn't feel like going out with anyone right now. Yuichi's skittishness became more pronounced over time. Once he did start to talk, he told long, pointless stories about his car. Yoshino mentally classified him as a Loser. Unlike Yuichi, she didn't just want to go for a drive. She wanted to look cool whizzing down the streets of Hakata as she rode with a man everyone would envy. The rough hands of this construction worker from Nagasaki should have been sexy to her, but instead they struck her as just those of an overworked manual laborer.

Yoshino and the other girls got off the subway at the Chiyo prefectural office stop, two stops away from Nakasu-Kawabata station, and climbed the cramped stairs, emerging behind the City Sports Center. During the day this part of town was usually lively, but at night and on weekends it was so quiet it felt like stepping into a dream.

"Where are you meeting him?" Mako asked, from a few steps ahead of Yoshino.

"Um ... In front of Yoshizuka station," she lied. She couldn't believe the two of them planned to follow her and check things out, but since she'd already lied about meeting Keigo, she had to be cautious.

"You okay getting to the station by yourself?" Mako was worried that Yoshino would have to walk alone past the dark park.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Yoshino said. She nodded with a smile.

"Well, then we'll see you," Sari said, and she quickly turned the corner.

Yoshino would have to walk down this gloomy path until she reached the entrance of the park.

After saying goodbye at the corner, Yoshino sped up. She could hear her friends' footsteps gradually fade into the distance. Finally she was left with just the sound of her own footsteps echoing on the narrow path.

It was already ten-forty. Yoshino was sure the whole business would take at most three minutes. She felt bad that he'd come all the way from Nagasaki, but he'd insisted on meeting her tonight to pay her the 18,000 he'd promised for an evening with her. Even after she'd told him she was busy and that he could just transfer it to her account.

Sari and Mako both listened to the sound of Yoshino's footsteps disappearing. At the end of the road they could see the brightly lit entrance to their apartment building.

"I wonder if Yoshino's really gonna come back soon," Mako said, glancing behind her. Sari looked back, too. The only color on the monochrome street was a solitary red mailbox at the corner where they'd said goodbye.

"Do you really think Yoshino's going to see Keigo?" The words suddenly spilled out of Sari.

"What do you mean? If she isn't, then where'd she go?"

"Somehow I just can't believe that Yoshino and Keigo are going out."

"But Yoshino's always going out on dates with him these days, isn't she?"

"Yeah, but think about it-have we ever seen them together? Like right now, maybe she's just going to hang out at a convenience store or something."

Mako laughed it off. "No way," she said.

Yuichi turned on the overhead light in his car and angled the rearview mirror toward him. In the darkness the reflection of his face was indistinct. He moved his head from side to side, combing his fingers through his hair. His hair was soft and feline; the fine strands flowed through his rough fingers.

In the spring of last year, Yuichi had dyed his hair for the first time in his life. He dyed it a brown that almost appeared black, and when none of the guys on his construction site noticed, he dyed it a lighter brown, then even lighter the next time, until finally now, a year and a half later, his hair was nearly blond.

Since the change in hair color was so gradual, no one kidded him about it. Only once did another worker, Nosaka, laugh and say, "Hey, since when are you a blond?" His blond hair went well with his skin, tanned from outdoor work, so perhaps that explained the lack of teasing.

Yuichi was not a flashy guy, though when he went to Uniqlo and other inexpensive clothing stores to buy sweatshirts and sweatpants, he always wound up going for bright colors, reds and pinks. He would tell himself he'd get something subdued, black or beige, something that didn't show dirt easily, but when he got to the store and stood in front of the racks of clothes, for some reason he'd reach for the brighter colors. It's only going to get dirty anyway, he told himself.

His old chest of drawers at home was stuffed full of similar sweatshirts and T-shirts, all of them with threadbare collars, frayed sleeves, the cloth all worn out. All of this made the colors stand out even more, like colors in a deserted theme park. He liked these old sweatshirts and T-shirts, though, because they absorbed the sweat and grease well, and the more he wore them the more they felt like part of his skin, a feeling he found liberating.

Yuichi leaned forward and looked again in the rearview mirror. His hair was in place. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, but at least the pimple between his eyebrows was gone.

Until he graduated from high school, Yuichi was the type of boy who never combed his hair. He wasn't on any sports team, but every couple of months he'd go to the neighborhood barbershop and get a buzz cut.

Around the time he started attending an industrial high school, the barber had sighed and said, "Yuichi, pretty soon I bet you're going to get all particular about your hair, telling me how to cut it." The huge mirror in the barbershop reflected a young boy, tall and skinny, who was far from being very masculine.

"If you have anything special you want me to do, let me know, okay?" said the barber. The barber liked to sing enka enka, and he made his own recordings, posters for which were plastered on the wall.

But Yuichi had no idea what anything special anything special meant when it came to hair. He had no idea where to begin. Until he graduated from high school, Yuichi always got his hair cut at this shop. Afterward, he worked for a short time at a small health food store, and then, after he quit, just hung out at home. A former classmate invited him to work at a karaoke box place, but within half a year the place closed down and he took a series of short-term jobs, at a gas station for a few months, then at a convenience store. And before he knew it he was twenty-three. meant when it came to hair. He had no idea where to begin. Until he graduated from high school, Yuichi always got his hair cut at this shop. Afterward, he worked for a short time at a small health food store, and then, after he quit, just hung out at home. A former classmate invited him to work at a karaoke box place, but within half a year the place closed down and he took a series of short-term jobs, at a gas station for a few months, then at a convenience store. And before he knew it he was twenty-three.

It was around that time that he started working in construction. He was considered more of a day laborer than a regular employee, but since the owner of the company was a relative, he earned more than he would have otherwise. He'd been working with this company now for four years. Yuichi liked the irregularity of the work, how they worked in good weather and didn't when it rained.

Fewer and fewer cars passed in front of the park. It had become so quiet that the presence of the young couple two cars ahead of him, who had driven away quite some time ago, still lingered.

And right then he spotted Yoshino walking, not so quickly, down the path that ran parallel to the park. Yuichi had been cleaning his nails under the interior light in his car.

He gave his horn a light tap. Surprised by the sound, Yoshino stopped for a moment.

On Monday morning, December 10, 2001, Sari woke up five minutes ahead of her alarm, a rare occurrence. Sari was not a morning person, and when she was living with her parents in Kagoshima City, almost every morning her mother got upset when she wouldn't get up on time. Even after Sari moved out and started living in Fukuoka, her mother would occasionally call her to remind her to get up.

Part of the reason she had trouble getting up was that she couldn't fall asleep easily. Back when she was still in school she'd go to bed early, but as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind started replaying conversations she had had with her friends. If only I'd said this to her If only I'd said this to her, she'd think. If only I'd come back to the classroom earlier If only I'd come back to the classroom earlier. She couldn't help worrying about all the little things that happened. A lot of people do this, of course, but in Sari's case her regret over trivial events of the day would, before she realized it, balloon into the same imaginary scenario.

It was hard to explain what this scene was, exactly. She had just entered junior high and was in bed one night when it popped into her mind, and ever since, no matter how much she'd try not to think of it, it came to her as she struggled to sleep.

The time period wasn't clear, perhaps the late 1920s or early '30s. In this mental scene Sari was locked up in a cramped room, a photograph of an actress clutched in her hands. Sometimes in the photograph the actress wore Western clothes like a pinup film star; at other times it was a newspaper clipping, an ad for what appeared to be the actress's new movie. Sari had no idea who the actress was, but she did know that in her fantasy she was ragingly, overwhelmingly jealous of this woman. Through the latticed window, she sometimes saw gallant young soldiers marching down a cherry-tree-lined street; sometimes she heard the shouts of children throwing snowballs at each other.

In this fantasy, Sari always felt irritated. If only I could get out of this room If only I could get out of this room, she thought, then she would be able to take the actress's place in the movie. Her fantasy had no plot, no other characters. Just this one protagonist, Sari's alter ego, whose feelings became her own when Sari couldn't sleep.

Just before her alarm buzzed, Sari reached out and turned it off. It hadn't rung, but she felt as if she could hear it. She flipped open her cell phone to see if there were any messages from Yoshino, but there were none.

She got out of bed and opened the curtains. From her third-floor window she had a nice view of Higashi Park bathed in the early morning sunshine.

Last night, just before twelve, she'd phoned Yoshino, certain she'd be back by then, but there was no answer.

Yoshino's phone had rung but eventually gone to voice mail, so Sari had hung up and gone out on the veranda to peer down at Yoshino's apartment, which was directly beneath hers. The lights weren't on. If she really had met up with Keigo and come home afterward, twelve was too early for her to have gone to sleep.

Flustered, Sari had then decided to phone Mako, who sounded as if she was brushing her teeth when she answered the phone.

"So Yoshino isn't back yet?" Sari asked her.

"Huh?"

"Didn't she say something about coming back right away? But I just called her cell and she didn't pick up."

"Maybe she's taking a shower?"

"But her light's off."

"So maybe she's still with Keigo."

Mako sounded like she couldn't be bothered, so Sari just let it be.