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vol. 1: Vampire Hunter D
vol. 2: Raiser of Gales
vol. 3: Demon Deathchase
vol. 4: Tale of the Dead Town
vol. 5: The Stuff of Dreams
vol. 6: Pilgrimage of the Sacred and the Profane
vol. 7: Mysterious Journey to the North Sea part one
vol. 8: Mysterious Journey to the North Sea part two
vol. 9: The Rose Princess
VAMPIRE HUNTER D 10: dark nocturne
© Hideyuki Kikuchi, 1992. Originally published in Japan in 1992 by ASAHI SONORAMA Co. English translation copyright © 2008 by Dark Horse Books and Digital Manga Publishing.
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Cover art by Yoshitaka Amano
English translation by Kevin Leahy
Book design by Heidi Whitcomb
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Kikuchi, Hideyuki, 1949-
[Kurai nokutan. English]
Dark nocturne / written by Hideyuki Kikuchi ; illustrated by Yoshitaka Amano ; English translation by Kevin Leahy.
p. cm. -- (Vampire hunter ; 10)
“Originally published in Japan in 1992 by Asahi Sonoroma Co.”--T.p. Verso.
ISBN-13: 978-1-59582-132-4
I. Amano, Yoshitaka. II. Leahy, Kevin. III. Title.
PL832.I37K8713 2008
2007048643
ISBN 978-1-59582-132-4
ePub ISBN 978-1-62115-496-9
First Dark Horse Books Edition: April 2008
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Printed in the United States of America
SERENDIPITY IN THE BLACK FOREST
CHAPTER 1
I
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Less than five minutes after thunder began to rumble in the western sky, white streaks fell, noisily battering the leaves all around the traveler. Having surmised that this might happen from the look of the sky at dusk, Ry wasn’t overly concerned, but rather clucked his tongue at fate. Although it was probably no more than an evening shower, he still had to do something. It was actually to his good fortune that woods lay like black haze to either side of the narrow road. Before diving in, he’d listened intently, and the thunder had died out—at least he wouldn’t have to worry about being struck by lightning.
Once he was within the tunnel formed by the interwoven branches, the fusillade of raindrops ceased as if it no longer existed. The forest was renowned as one of the largest and most thickly wooded in the area—it took less than five minutes for the blue sky to be replaced by jet black. Getting through the woods would take an hour at the very least, and after that it would be an additional hour’s walk to the village of Anise.
“Guess I’ll be camping,” Ry said with resignation.
This wasn’t a safe place, though. The forest spirits could breathe out a greenish cloud that put travelers to sleep so the monsters could steal their still-beating hearts, and werewolves, gold-eyes, and tree-dwellers were undoubtedly watching Ry from somewhere. A cursory glance at the tree trunks around him would’ve revealed the marks left by their fangs and claws.
However, now that he’d settled on this course of action, Ry quickly went to work. Taking a sleeping bag and pneumatic gun from the duffel bag on his back, he then put “owl eyes” into his own eyes. A pair of thin membranes that almost completely covered his eyeballs, they served as infrared filters, allowing him to discern his surroundings even in pitch blackness. In situations where building a campfire might prove deadly, travelers found such lenses indispensable.
Though the young man had intended to eat some jerky before climbing into his sleeping bag, his eyelids were suddenly on the brink of collapsing. After pressing on with a scant three hours of sleep per night over the last four or five days, it seemed he was finally paying the price. Checking that his gun was loaded and pressurized, he’d just slipped into his sleeping bag when the sandman claimed him. Still, he had remembered to at least switch on the security system connected to his sleeping bag.
No sooner had his eyes closed than the buzzer went off. Ry quickly grabbed the timepiece he wore around his neck and pulled it up for closer inspection. More than six hours had passed since he’d dropped off to sleep.
The grass was whistling. And the sound was accompanied by movement—movement from all around Ry and somewhere off deeper in the forest. A chill ran down his spine as he watched. Something was moving through the grass. The lines a number of creatures cut through the verdure were almost elegant. Then his terror faded, and even his surprise melted away softly.
A faint song trembled in the air. The voice was soft and sweet. However, it issued from the throat of a man.
That song?! Ry thought while leaping from his sleeping bag. As he walked off with only his pneumatic gun in-hand, there wasn’t the least bit of uncertainty in his steps. That song, he thought. Those lyrics. That melody—
While these thoughts alone swirled in his brain, a red spider came to rest on his shoulder. Something slimy wrapped around his ankle. He didn’t even seem to mind.
The face of his father appeared to him. He looked weak from his suffering, and he was reaching out from his bed with one hand. Ry thought he was going to tell him something. Though his father had always been a man of few words and he’d never preached at his son, surely he’d have at least one thought he’d like to leave the boy. But Ry soon realized he was mistaken. He saw himself reflected in his father’s eyes—however, it was not him that his father saw. His dry lips trembled, his mouth yawned like a cavern, and what came from him made Ry forget all about his father’s imminent demise.
There wasn’t much he could remember of the lonely funeral service or the eulogy in which the village mayor had praised the old man as a splendid cobbler. His ears still rang with that song and the one thing he’d said:
The village of Anise.
And then his father had shut his mouth and his eyes. That was all.
The day after the funeral, Ry had set out on a journey. To Anise. The seventeen-year-old never questioned the notion that the song and the final words the old man had left to this world were inseparably linked.
As he walked, he heard the sound of rain above him. Strangely enough, only his sense of time remained. A little more than five minutes had passed since he’d started walking, and the singing had long since faded. And yet his body moved naturally—and with clear conviction.
Far off to his left he heard a horse whinny. Not halting, Ry turned his face alone. He could see through the dark of night. The horse and its rider seemed to be swathed in a color deeper than the darkness. He couldn’t make out the rider’s face, but he wore a long coat or a cape of some kind. Ordinarily, he would’ve called out to the stranger immediately just to have some h
uman companionship. But now, the thought didn’t even occur to him.
Facing forward again, Ry kept walking. The rider behind him remained silent as well. After going another five or six paces, the young man became somewhat curious and turned. He didn’t know exactly why he did so.
The figure had been swallowed by the darkness. Ry got the feeling that if he were to call out, he’d receive no answer, and would be devoured as well.
I must be seeing things, he thought instantly.
Only after he’d gone another ten paces did he finally see the flames. By the capering orange flares some thirty feet ahead of him, several figures were moving around. Three of them. Instinctively, Ry hid himself behind a colossal tree. Something terribly ominous seemed to be gusting at him.
One of the figures sat before the fire while the other two stood a short distance away, surveying the area. Their faces were slightly down-turned—they seemed to be scrutinizing the ground. Although Ry couldn’t make out the face of the seated man, the other two both sported beards. One of them wore the jacket and pants of a khaki-colored uniform of some sort, while his companion was covered from the neck-down by some sort of protective metal armor. Each wore a longsword on his hip.
Crouching down, the one in armor snatched something from the grass in a movement that was swifter than the eye could follow. Seeing the long black shape wriggling as the man grasped it with his right hand, Ry was horrified.
“I got one, too!” said the armored man.
“Hell, I’ve got three already,” said the one in khaki, sticking out his left hand.
A trio of similar creatures thrashed in his fist. Surely that must’ve been what’d slid so noisily through the grass. Judging by the color and size of them, they were undoubtedly wood snakes.
“Good eating tonight,” the one in armor said, first holding out the creature, and then suddenly flinging it into the air. His right hand became a blur. While the wood snake fell as a single animal, as soon as the flames touched it, it split into three pieces that vanished into the glowing blaze.
“Don’t forget these,” said the uniformed one, effortlessly doing the same to several more serpents before he turned to the man who was seated.
The flames gave off a bluish smoke.
“It sure is something, I’ll give you that,” the one in uniform remarked. “When they hear that song of yours, everything from the little rock-eaters to mountain snakes comes right over to us. With service like that, we’ll never go hungry.”
“Sure as blazes is a funny song,” the other one said. Shoving his right hand into the fire, he continued, “Oh, they’re cooking up real nice. Hot, though! You know, no matter how we try to imitate you, we can’t sing a bar. Strange, ain’t it? Wish I could’ve heard the real deal, too.”
Ry thought his heart might stop. By “the real deal” could he mean the same song his father had heard? Who’d sung it, and where? Had one of these men actually listened to it, just like his father? And were they headed someplace special?
Ry turned his gaze on the last of the three. His heart began to beat loudly enough to reverberate within his own skull.
The flames seemed to add to his beauty. His age couldn’t have differed much from Ry’s own. The glow from the fire made it impossible to tell the color of his complexion, but he had golden hair. His closed eyes, his lips, the line of his nose—he was so handsome that anyone who dared to declare him as anything short of beautiful was likely to have their heart stop cold from mortification. The other two didn’t look like they belonged with him at all.
Feeling a little angry, Ry thought there must be some sort of mistake.
Just then, the gorgeous young man turned to him and said, “Hey, you—come over here!”
Ry stiffened with shock.
Apparently even the rougher-looking pair had noticed him, and they wore daunting smiles as they called to him, “Yeah, come on out!”
“Have a bite with us!”
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II
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Not surprisingly, Ry hesitated. There was something dangerous about this trio.
“You know, you ain’t the first person that song’s dragged over,” said the one in uniform. “Everyone from old men and women right down to babies just comes right on out at the sound of it. It’s a weird song, all right. Come here and have a drink with us. We got us some mighty fine hooch.”
Ry came to a decision. This was no time to stay in hiding.
When he stepped out with his pneumatic gun pointed toward the ground, the grins of the bearded bruisers grew even deeper.
“Well ain’t you a looker! You’re liable to have the she-devils chasing after you.”
“Yessir, real men were made for traveling. Well, come on over already. It ain’t like we’re gonna eat you!”
“Before I do—could I ask you something?” said Ry. His voice was a lot steadier than he thought it’d be.
“And what would that be?” the lovely young man asked, his eyes still shut.
“Where are you guys headed?”
“Hell, we got no destination at all,” the man in uniform said, shrugging his shoulders before he hunched over. Quickly sticking his hand into the fire, he pulled out a chunk of wood snake. He brought the smoking meat up to his mouth, but it stopped right before his lips.
Ry got the feeling there’d been some odd change by the look in the eyes of the two men as they stared at him.
“Now this one looks tasty!” the uniformed man said, throwing the chunk of flesh he held down at his feet. His hand came up smoothly, and he beckoned with it, saying, “Come to daddy!”
Ry saw that his eyes gave off an unsettling red light.
I’ve gotta get out of here! he cried to himself in his head. This is just too dangerous. I need to leave, and fast!
However, his feet were stuck to the ground. His arms wouldn’t move, either. It was as if lead had been injected into his veins.
“Come on now,” said the man in uniform, beckoning once more.
Behind the boy, something moved. Passing over his head, it slid down right in front of his face. What Ry saw was a trunk about as thick as a man could reach around, and it glittered a bluish green as it reflected the flames.
It couldn’t be—this couldn’t be what he’d hidden behind after mistaking it for a tree trunk.
“Come to me,” the uniformed man said again, and then his mouth mysteriously stretched to either side. It split from ear to ear, as the saying goes. Only in his case, it went even further, opening all the way around except for about an inch at the back of his neck.
The gigantic wood snake Ry had mistaken for a tree flicked a little red tongue from its mouth. It could probably swallow the man in the uniform whole, and this thought had the young traveler completely paralyzed. With a hiss, the tongue stretched out a good three feet to strike the face of the uniformed man.
Just then, the strangest thing occurred. The man’s head from the mouth up—or to be more precise, from his upper lip—flipped backward sharply. The hinge connecting the two portions was a narrow section of skin at the back of his head less than an inch wide. Beyond rows of teeth in his disturbingly large jaws, there was no tongue or tonsils or anything; only a cavernous opening as wide as his neck. And the wood snake’s head was swallowed by it. The serpent’s head was three times as wide as the throat of the uniformed man, but it effortlessly slid into the opening. Naturally, his neck swelled tremendously. It wouldn’t have been at all surprising if it’d split wide open. Ry stared in amazement at the man’s belly, now swollen like a keg of beer.
Illusion, sorcery, or reality—while the young man was still trying to decide what to make of this, the snake kept being sucked into the man’s outlandish mouth until only the tapered end of its tail remained, and even that promptly vanished. At the same time, the half of his head that’d gone backward flipped forward again, coming down on his jaw like the lid of a jar. From below his ear came the sound of bones snapping back tog
ether. And then the astounding man gave a slap to his great drum of a belly and let out a resounding belch. That alone would’ve been enough to give anyone goose bumps, but then ripples quickly spread across the surface of his stomach.
“You really do pack it away,” the armored man said with something like admiration.
Rubbing his stomach lovingly, the man in uniform replied, “Hell, one this big is bound to come in handy some time.”
“Won’t he fight with the others?”
“Not to worry. I’m always careful to keep them in separate compartments.”
The man’s laughter sounded like something out of a nightmare to Ry.
Before it ended, the young man with blond hair said, “You asked a strange question just now, didn’t you?” His voice and his manner of speaking were those of someone Ry’s age. And yet, his tone also seemed to be invested with something horribly cold and mature. “The very first thing you asked wasn’t our names or what we did,” he continued, “but rather our destination. Why is that?”
“No reason,” Ry said, taking his eyes off the boy’s gorgeous countenance. If he were to gaze at it for too long, it seemed like his mind would melt into a milky haze and he’d completely lose himself. “I was just curious,” he added.
“About what? Our destination? Or about that song?” the young man said, slowly getting to his feet.
Apparently there must’ve been some special meaning attached to that action, because his two far rougher-looking companions backed away with paled countenances.
“That’s a song you can’t forget once you’ve heard it. Those under its spell always want to go find the singer. I heard it when I was in my mother’s womb, or so I’ve been told. When and where did you hear it?”
Ry was just about to reply that he didn’t know anything about any song, but then he suddenly became aware that an intense urge to defy the handsome young man before him had been building in his gut.
“I heard it with my own ears when I was two,” said Ry. “In the village of Anise.”
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