Kenny’s palms hit the turf; he hunched his shoulders, tucked his head in and dropped his elbows to complete a forward roll. Then he sprang forward at full stretch to connect with the ball, heading it past the astonished keeper. Behind him, he heard a lumbering Brandon hit the ground.
‘AAAAH! My ankle!’ Brandon rolled around, clutching his boot.
‘Can I go now, sir?’ Kenny asked.
‘Wha –? How the –? Yes, you can go, Blackwood.’ Heagney snatched up his first-aid bag and raced over to where Brandon lay, wailing.
Kenny sped away from the football pitch.
‘Kenny! That was amaz– Hey! Where are you going?’ Stacey yelled, as he sprinted past.
‘I’m a superhero. I’m off to save the world,’ Kenny called over his shoulder.
‘Kenny Blackwood, you get back here!’ Stacey threw down her pompoms.
Kiyomi was waiting on her customised motorcycle, tapping one foot on the ground and revving the engine softly. She was wearing her black biker leathers and the mirrored visor of her helmet was up, reflecting a vapour trail in the golden sky.
Kenny’s heart fluttered, as it often did when he saw her. He slowed and ran a hand through his hair to tame it.
Kiyomi glared at him. ‘What took you so lo–?’ Her eyes widened and she struggled to stifle the smile stealing over her lips. ‘Why are you wearing . . .? No!’
‘Yep.’ Kenny spread his arms in surrender. ‘I reckon I made the team. The coach said we had to impress him and I was so good I impressed myself.’
Kiyomi arched an eyebrow. ‘Still as modest as ever, I see.’ She thumped the seat behind her. ‘We’ve got to go. Oni on the move.’
‘In broad daylight? How many?’
‘At least two. Papa suspects there’s something bigger going on, so we’re to observe and report.’
Kenny climbed on to the back of the bike. ‘Only watching? Are you able to do that?’
‘Don’t push your luck. I’m still mad at you for last night. And for making me wait.’ Kiyomi flipped her visor down.
‘You’re always mad at me,’ Kenny muttered, and the motorcycle slipped silently away.
Kiyomi swung a left out of the school gates, then made another, cutting down a leafy backstreet, bordered on one side by telegraph poles linked with black cables. Kenny clung on, the manicured shrubbery and wide green spaces of Nogawa Park zipping by on his left.
Kiyomi pulled the bike over at a petrol station.
‘Why have we stopped?’ Kenny asked.
Kiyomi tapped the touchscreen display on the dashboard. ‘They should be here any minute. I got Poyo to plant a bug on the vehicle. They’re heading east.’
‘Since when do oni hitch lifts? And in what?’
A large cream-and-turquoise delivery van rumbled past. The logo on its side was a black cat carrying a kitten in its mouth.
‘In that,’ Kiyomi said, throttling hard and leaving smears of rubber on the forecourt.
The van hugged the grassy central reservation and signalled a right at the next crossroads. Long shadows stretched in front as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Kenny squinted at the road sign ahead with its English lettering below Japanese symbols.
‘Ajinomoto Stadium? Are they going to watch footie?’
Kiyomi shrugged. ‘The airport’s that way too. Who knows?’
After about half a kilometre, the delivery truck left the road, turning right on to a strip of red asphalt. Kiyomi pulled over to the kerb.
Reading the road sign overhead, Kenny said, ‘Kokuritsu Tenmondai? What the heck is that?’
‘It’s the National Astronomical Observatory,’ Kiyomi replied. ‘As in telescopes and stargazing.’
The delivery van squeezed between two stone pillars, each with a globe light on top, and paused by a security cabin on the right.
‘Now what?’ Kenny said. ‘Do we follow them in there?’
‘Too obvious. We’re meant to be watching only.’
The van driver handed a parcel to the guard and drove into the compound.
‘I can ditch the bike and sneak in,’ Kiyomi said, eyeing the thick tree cover and low perimeter railings.
‘What about me?’ Kenny said.
‘No chance. You’re wearing football kit. Talk about conspicuous.’
Kenny scowled. ‘Thanks for nothing. Why did you bring me along then? How about I just –?’
His remaining words were ripped away by a blast of scorched air as an explosion tore through the security hut. A ball of fire billowed upwards while chunks of debris rained down.
‘What the –?’ Kenny cried out. ‘Move!’ He pointed to the gates.
‘We’re only supposed to observe!’ Kiyomi shouted back.
‘Stuff that. People are getting killed. Let’s go!’
Kiyomi revved the engine. ‘Remember, this is your idea. Hang on tight!’
The motorcycle blazed through the mangled iron gates. The entrance to the main building was partly screened by a roundabout, which was planted with a stand of palm trees encircled by tall sculpted bushes. Kiyomi wrenched the handlebars to the left, skidding to avoid the obstacle.
‘There they go!’ Kenny said, pointing at the van, which was disappearing behind a plum-coloured building on the right.
‘Where are they going?’ Kiyomi wondered aloud, cranking the throttle. ‘This doesn’t make any sense.’
She hurtled past a small car park and rounded the same three-storey building. Ahead, at the end of a short avenue, was a white circular structure with a metal-panelled dome roof.
The delivery truck screeched to a stop beside the staircase leading into the observatory and the rear doors were flung open by a pair of huge hulking figures.
‘Two oni,’ Kiyomi growled, eyes narrowing. ‘Let’s –’
A blinding flash of light cut her short. Kenny barely had time to flinch before a searing wall of hot air slammed them both off the bike, as a section of the nearest building erupted with a deafening roar.
The evening sky wheeled crazily overhead and tree branches clutched at Kenny’s clothing as the blast flung him high into the air. He crashed down on to a small shrub and slowly rolled to his feet, his ears ringing. Printed pages fluttered around, many edged with orange flames.
‘Kenny!’ Kiyomi was already up and heaving her motorbike to a standing position. She pointed at the fractured building. ‘People are trapped in there. You go help them. I’ll deal with the oni.’ She swung a leg over the bike.
Kenny opened his mouth to protest, but Kiyomi cut him off.
‘Don’t argue. You’re better at that stuff. I can handle two oni.’ She