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Japanese Demons 6 – Story

Wednesday, August 31st, 2011

Momoko?s Protector

The wolf demon was going to take her to his shrine on the edge with the village in much less than a month. Momoko tried to run away, but his wolves roamed the woods and always tracked her down. Her uncle finally ended up throwing her inside the basement for safekeeping the last couple of days. She sat in a corner with her knees as much as her chest and her little hands in fists, wishing her aunt had been alive, or that Katsuya sama would come, or that she at the very least nonetheless had his picture.
***
It was more than in some minutes of hot fury. The littler dragon, Sarutahiko, flew irresistibly to her father, the monolith he?d woken and Azuka was killed in their fight. He watched as his years of effort had been destroyed in the jaws with the monster he awoke and Azuka was consumed among them. He watched with no feeling of pity in his heart. She dared mock him with her suggestion that his sympathy for a human child was wrong. He was his own man, he could do whatever he wanted and nothing would detract from him. He was unretractable. Besides his brother?He turned away. Azuka had taken, Momoko had given. The fact that she had so small to give didn?t matter. It?s too poor that she?s going even farther out of your reach?He transformed into his demon dog form and ran down the mountain.

And then the dragon, sensing the aura of his power, descended ahead of him.
“I am Katsuya. My limits have never ever been tested. Nothing, significantly much less this can defeat me.” They fought for days in an epic battle that will forever go unrecorded.
***
“Ah Katsuya, I hoped you would come.” It was a bright day, within the middle with the afternoon. The bride and groom stood on a platform within the town square, using a priest in front of them. The bride?s face was characteristically covered using a veil, but the wedding dress hid a extremely thin frame. The bride?s head reached just past the groom?s navel.

Kogaratu had heard a lot concerning the wandering dog demon, and wanted to fight him for a lengthy time. Now was his chance. He knew Katsuya sometimes came to see Momoko, even coming down towards the village a couple times to check on her. So in his human form he had given Momoko?s uncle a big dowry for the child; it was no difficulty to get him to say yes. He knew that by bringing her to his shrine his chances of meeting Katsuya was greater. He could always eat her afterwards. Kogaratu hadn?t expected Katsuya to show up on their wedding day. But there he stood, huge as life, not thirty yards from the platform. As usual he wore his clothes fit for an emperor overlaid with that fur wrap, his swords hanging at his sides. Who did he believe he was, a king? Kogaratu spat. Normal wolf skin was great sufficient for him.

Before Kogaratu could challenge Katsuya, Momoka threw back her veil and lept from the stage, hitting the ground running. Kogaratu hadn?t expected that. He landed in front of her, his own sword drawn. “This is my triumph!” He roared, “Not yours.”

Momoko didn?t even appear at him. “Katsuya sama!” She cried, swiftly stepping past him. Kogaratu?s sword whistled through the air to cut her down. She dodged it.

Kogaratu stared in amazement as his sword crashed down exactly where she should have been, and buried its tip within the dust. Recovering quickly he reached into his pants leg pocket and sent several disks flying in a single movement. They tore into her shoulder and spun her about so quickly she fell towards the ground in in between them.

He turned to face his opponent, a glad smile spreading across his evil face. “This is it! So lengthy have I waited for the day we crossed paths!” Katsuya?s eyes had been iridescent ice as he strode past Momoko, who was half-seated on the ground, dazed by the pain. To all every person about, it looked like he didn?t pay her any notice, but Kogaratu saw his eyes slide more than her as he past, checking to see how badly she was hurt. Then he was face to face with Kogaratu and Katsuya drew his sword.

Kogaratu raised his sword towards the heavens and howled, drawing on all his strength. He brought it down and it split the ground ahead of him. “Do you feel it is possible to defeat ME?!!” He roared, “The Wolf KING!” All of the villagers ran and hid, the ground rumbled along with the sky grew dark as the two demon lords fought.

Katsuya was immensely drained of energy from the nearly week lengthy battle with Cetsah. It had gone in and out of mountain caves, up into the sky and back down once again. Right after finding a weak spot inside the dragon’s armor and driving his sword deep into its belly and finally into its heart, he had gone quickly to find Momoko. Kogaratu virtually believed he was Katsuya’s match for a couple of rounds. Within the end it was his impatience that was Kogaratu?s undoing. He was rough, big and his fighting technique unrefined. He always attacked first, and although his onslaughts had been fierce, Katsuya got the upper hand.

“You turn out to be predictable.” He stepped aside, a smirk growing on his face as the yokai?s blade whistled past him. They circled once more. Kogaratu rushed once more. Katsuya cut through a weak spot and sliced off his arm. Kogaratu fell backwards, nonetheless holding his sword in his excellent hand. He landed near Momoko and screamed. “If you kill me, I?ll kill her!” He was posed more than the girl, his sword tip resting on her back. “Take her now and go!” Katsuya was not listening. His own face was changing. The sword fell from his hand as well as the other was enveloped into his body, as nicely as his collar and his kimono.

His hair and fur had been all of him now, he had transformed ahead of Kogaratu?s eyes into the dog demon. Just before Kogaratu could himself transform, Katsuya leaped and swallowed him whole. The monstrous beast turned, panting, blood tripping from its fangs. A low snarl drove all of the villagers, who had been peeking out of their houses, back inside. The shining white dog, whose head was as wide as a horse?s body turned to face the girl. Nonetheless in her dilapidated wedding dress, and shoulder throbbing from the star disks, she ran to him and pulled herself up onto his back. In a single leap the dog took the girl out with the village and far, far away.

Japanese Demons 7 – Story

Monday, August 29th, 2011

They had been in a shed somewhere in a far country. He?d run until it was night time after which stopped exactly where he believed she could sleep, but she began to shiver from cold. He would take her to his residence, but she couldn?t survive there. Inside the shed she watched as he dissolved back into his human shape, the 1 she had found him in so lengthy ago. She hesitated to approach him, it had been so lengthy?then the small girl inside her took more than and she ran to him and squeezed him tight.

“Katsuya sama!” She cried, “I was so afraid you?d never ever come back for me, and I would end up wed to that horrible Kogaratu!” His dog fur prickled against her face and to her horror she felt tears properly up inside her eyes. Katsuya sama hated outbursts like that, and she gulped it down.

He held her away from him. “Go to sleep.” He commanded and as always she obeyed, curling up in a corner with the shed. He looked down at her. Had been humans supposed to be that thin?
***
Momoko woke from a poor dream alone inside the shed. She was trembling from the cold, and also the white moonlight shone inside the doorway. “Katsuya sama?” She asked hesitantly. He was not there, but somebody appeared inside the doorway.

“What have we here?” Came a rough, unfamiliar voice. There had been two of them, grown men with dirty headbands. She could see their black outlines inside the night and they had been blocking the entrance so she could not escape.

“It?s a girl. How significantly funds do you feel she?ll bring?” 1 asked his partner. Momoko shrunk back against the shed wall as he came closer. “Don?t worry,” he assured her having a sneer, “we won?t hurt you!”

There was a deep-throated snarl. “Hey, who?s there?” The other asked and turned about, in time to get slashed in half. Momoko?s eyes widened as his bloody shreds fell towards the ground and Katsuya stood exactly where he had been, his taloned hand black and dripping. She?d forgotten precisely how he was like when he killed. He allowed the other man to run past, shrieking as Katsuya?s glowing amethyst eyes met Momoko?s round scared ones. For a second she felt Katsuya?s expressionless gaze on her after which he was gone too.

“No, wait!” Forgetting her fear from a moment ahead of she bolted out the door. Katsuya caught up using the robber in a heartbeat, his blood on fire using the thrill of killing. He slashed him from behind as well as the man fell, screaming. Katsuya kneeled on his back, his hand raised. He didn?t need his swords for this 1. A little hand fisted his kimono sleeve and pulled, earning his blazing stare. How could Momoko have caught up with him this fast?

“Please don?t, Katsuya sama, please, please, please?”

“Who are you currently to tell me what to do?” He asked, his voice dark and dangerous. “If it weren?t for me you?d be dead?or?” He didn?t go on, but at her desperate face the rage slowly faded out of his eyes and they ceased to glow. He got up and left the man on the ground, knowing he?d be dead by morning as it was. Katsuya tossed a modest leather bag at Momoko. He went back into the shed, leaving Momoko holding the robber?s currency. She watched as he started a fire, and remembered the pile of wood she?d ru past. He?d recognized she was cold and went to get wood for her, due to the fact she was sure he?d by no means get it for himself. He by no means cooked and she had in no way once seen him shiver or blow on his hands. She?d been with him for two years and she knew she would by no means truly know him. But she trusted him.

Momoko was watching him, seeing how inside the darkness his eyes reflected the sparks. He looked moody and strange inside the firelight, wrapped in his fur shroud and his silver hair that by no means got tangled wafting within the breeze. It was a bit cold, and she felt the urge to go sit by him and bury her face in his fur. Yet, she refrained. It had been so lengthy considering that she had seen him ahead of, and she didn?t know what he was thinking, feeling. Was he mad at her? He was so strange and so stunning that it practically seemed sacrilegious to touch him. It was dark and she was experiencing one thing new, a momentary fit of fear of him. Then she got up and went to sit down beside him, putting her hand on his fur.

He looked down and she was smiling into his face. Azuka never ever smiled at him like that. He smiled ever so slightly back at her, along with the kindness in his eyes warmed her to her toes. She laid her modest head against his side and closed her eyes. It didn?t matter that the side of her not facing the fire was cold, that she was going to be hungry for a lengthy lengthy time, that there might be robbers or predators about, due to the fact with Katsuya sama she was safe. He had smiled at her so he didn?t want her gone. She gave a sigh of utter contentment. Katsuya blinked and looked up in the sky. What was happening to him? If she stayed about a lot longer, he was going to turn into a soft pile of mush. He would turn into so incompetent some puny warrior in training would overcome him and send him to hell. All of the demons within the spirit realm already ridiculed him, although none dare do it to his face. Not right after what he did to Kogaratu, Azuka and that demoness in Momoko?s village.

His thoughts turned to a person else. A girl wrapped in green with shining black hair and obsidian eyes. He remembered her last words and felt a hot fury. He stirred restlessly. This human child had utilised him as a leaning post for lengthy sufficient. “Go away and leave me alone, Momoko.” He stated. When he nonetheless felt the pressure against his arm a moment later, he craned his neck to appear down at her. The girl?s head was creating a dent in his white, dog fur mantle and her chest rose gently in sleep.
Rather than wake her, he slipped off his fur and let her slide towards the ground on top of it. He folded it more than her until she was a mound of white fur on the ground and stepped away. As he walked away he looked back and smiled, she had disappeared. Then he left.

They had had a lengthy day?s travel the day ahead of, along with the sun was high inside the sky when Momoko woke alone. For a moment she sat up and gripped her fur blanket tight, afraid that he had finally left. Then she looked down in the fur in her hands, and knew that leaving it with her was an expression of trust, not abandonment. It was incredibly warm, as nicely. She threw it more than her head to ensure that it surrounded her and breathed in Katsuya?s scent. There had been sounds and she peaked through the fur, hoping he had returned. Instead she discovered a group of individuals approaching.

Japanese Demons 8 – Story

Sunday, August 28th, 2011

There had been five of them pointing in the fire, but prior to she could get a clear appear two of them broke off into the forest. The other 3 approached, two guys along with a woman.

“How about this spot? It looks like a person created camp from last night.” Mentioned a boy about her age. He had curiously fox shaped ears, a kitsune.

“They probably left earlier this morning. Very good.” Mentioned the other male, a young man of about twenty who was dressed in simple clothes. “We won?t have to worry about building a fire from scratch, we are able to just blow on the embers.” He called more than his shoulder to two other people just a little farther behind. “Could you get some firewood?”

“They haven?t been alone together for awhile, and I?m sure they won?t mind.” Mentioned the woman. She was wearing a slightly nicer kimono the other two, obviously from a wealthier family. She also had an ivory comb in her hair. Yet she looked capable and stern faced, not like a hoity toity rich man?s daughter. She carried a sword and also the other man carried a heavy seeking cudgel. The third boy had a spear. Momoko felt it could be a superb notion to stay under Katsuya?s cloak. She knew it was the reason they?d been able to sneak away unseen, it turned her invisible. She soon learned the woman was Michiko, the kitsune was Shouta and also the stern faced young man was Ichiro. Shouta was carrying ducks. He sat down and began to pluck them.

“I can?t believe Kouhei is carrying firewood. Big powerful yokai like that would by no means stoop to do some thing like that, especially when he eats animals raw.”

“It?s simply because of Isano, you realize that.” Michiko stated. “He hasn?t been consuming animals raw anymore either, simply because it disgusts her. Love makes you do strange things.”

“Kouhei doesn?t love her, he?s using her.” Ichiro grunted. “The way he uses all of us.”

“Kouhei could have any number of much less powerful demons than he doing his will. But instead he chose you, a farmer accused of murder, you, a kitsune who sneaks into houses to play tricks but is of no use to anyone else, and me, a woman running away from a poor marriage. Why? Since Ichiro can go into a city and buy things for her, simply because Shouta makes her giggle and me due to the fact I also can be her friend. The question is, why did he chose Isano? She is the only 1 who didn?t find him or ran away from a issue. He found her, took her away from her family.”

“Yes, yes we all know the story but that doesn?t mean he loves her. She?s a lovely girl and he?s using her for sex.”

“They haven?t had sex, she?s told me that. She helps him out since she has a supernatural ability to see harmful spirits. She spotted Katsuya coming that 1 time to kill him, and she?s saved all of us so many times. She was a miko in her village until Kouhei went and got her. She followed him so of course she?s in love with him. He might have been using her at first, but they?ve been together for so lengthy he?s fallen in love with her. Appear at him, in the way he treats her.”

Momoko knew about mikos, women who interpreted supernatural signs for villages, and was curious to see this Isano She?d in no way seen a miko prior to. But when they came out with the forest it was not Isano she looked at. Katsuya was walking behind the woman. It took a second for her to realize it wasn?t him although he had exactly the same white hair, exactly the same lengthy, straight nose and shapely chin and talons in the ends of fingers. At a solid 6? Kouhei was the tallest man Momoko had ever seen, barring Kogaratu and Katsuya. He was broader although, his face wider and much less effeminate, forehead broader, hair tousled and brief, his skin tanner and his limbs thicker. He had a wolfish, wide grin as well as the tips of his canines protruded from his mouth. His hands had been blunter and he wore a simple kimono using a belt about the waist to maintain it from swishing about his feet.

He carried a bundle of wood and gave it to Ichiro who put it on the fire and coaxed up a flame. They sat opposite to exactly where Momoko was. She glanced from Kouhei to Isano and saw she was blind. She knew most mikos had been. Isano was not as fairly as Michiko was, with her white skin and delicate capabilities. Isano was tanner, had milk white eyes and rougher skin. She had a blunt nose and wide mouth, and she was tall. She was 5?7″ and came as much as Kouhei?s shoulder. Instead of having her hair pinned up neatly in combs it hung thick and heavy down her back. But she WAS fairly and Momoko could tell by the way Kouhei sat subsequent to her that he liked her.

Momoko couldn?t support staring in the young man. He had all of the very same attributes, only his eyes had been an orangish red and when he talked expression was in his each feature, unlike Katsuya?s dead face. He seemed so like Katsuya and yet rougher, much less polished. The ducks Shouta had spitted and put more than the fire began to sizzle and Momoko?s stomache rumbled. She crawled closer and sat in between Ichiro and Shouta, waiting for a chance to steal some food. Kouhei’s nose wrinkled when she moved. He was staring at her too now, like he could see her. She wrapped herself slightly much more tightly within the fur. His nose wrinkled once more.

“I can smell my brother.” He stated. Instantly everybody was on their feet, their attention on him. Isano turned her head in Momoko?s direction and stood suddenly. In 3 quick steps she?d crossed from her seat to Momoko and her fingers closed about the invisible mantle.

“She?s here.” The fur was yanked off, and Momoko was revealed. She crouched silently on the ground, her eyes enormous and scared. Weapons surrounded her. Kouhei looked down in the fur in disdain. “That is Katsuya?s. Your white eyes saved us once again.”

“Who is she?” Isano asked nonetheless holding it. The initial alarm had passed, and her blind eyes seemed to stare down at Momoko with pity instead with the suspicion on the other?s faces. She had a sweet face.

“Who are you currently? Exactly where did you get Katsuya’s demon robe?” Michiko asked roughly.

Momoko found the strength to speak. She stood and looked in the girl holding the fur. “Please give that back, Katsuya sama put that in my keeping.”

“So she is with Katsuya, she?s a demon!” In 1 fluid motion Michiko drew her sword, practically as lengthy as she was, from her back. Ichirio caught her arm in the identical time Isano mentioned “NO!”

A third voice broke through the melee. “She?s not a demon.” Mentioned the white haired youth in a bored voice. “That is my brother?s cloak, but she?s not yokai. Can?t you tell by the way she speaks and looks? She?s ordinary. Proper Isano?” The other girl nodded. Momoko stared at him. With that bored appear on his face the resemblance was stronger than ever.

“Don?t you remember hearing some thing about this?” He asked. “Remember when we crossed paths and fought, and I knocked him off his dragon into the woods? We looked and looked, could not find him. Apparently I gave him a paralyzing blow and she took care of him for awhile. That was years ago and we haven?t heard from him given that. Has my brother turned into a nursemaid?” He asked, staring back at her insolently.

“What IS he doing with her?” Michiko asked, hand nonetheless on the sword. Momoko looked about her, all her emotions under manage. Her face was as blank as Katsuya?s.

“Are you not afraid?” The kitsune asked. He was quite a bit younger than the other people, but even so he stood a head taller than her. Momoko looked at him and shook her head. “Katsuya sama is coming back for me.” She stated. She put her hand out for the fur, but the girl Isano nonetheless held onto it. She looked serious now, and frightened?

Momoko looked in the yellow eyed boy. “Do you realize my master? He by no means told me he had a brother.” ?Not, that he tells me anything anyway.? She believed.

“Of course he wouldn?t.”

“Are you telling us, he?s coming here? What are we going to do?” The fox asked, searching worried.

“We?ll wait for him, of course.” Kouhei mentioned. “He?s not going to do anything while we?ve got her. Don?t worry, she?s no threat. But?” He looked at her, “It?s not like we want you about. Really feel free to leave anytime.”

“Katsuya sama produced this fire.” Momoko stated defensively. She couldn?t support but appear in the food as she stated that.

Isano seemed to be able to tell. “Would you like to join us?” She asked sympathetically.

“Are you now feeding our enemies, Isano?” The other girl asked. “This is a helper to Katsuya!”

“Isano?s kindness is stretching its bounds.” Ichiro agreed. “We should probably let her go, as Kouhei suggested, ahead of Katsuya comes.”

“Whose scared? Not me.” Mentioned Kouhei, he?d sat down. “Let him come if he wants, no 1?s running.”

“Michiko, Ichiro, the girl?s hungry. That?s why she?s here inside the first spot.” Isano mentioned sharply. She handed the fur back more than to Momoko, who held it like one thing precious.

“Or maybe she?s just protecting his fire.” Michiko stated. But the other people, taking Kouhei?s cue, sat down. Momoko found herself sitting among Isano as well as the fox boy. She stayed effectively away from the other 3. She didn?t like the way Ichiro was searching at her, Michiko nonetheless stared at her suspiciously, and Kouhei unnerved her. It was a strange mix of yokai and humans she?d found herself with. The kitsune ignored her, but Isano asked questions as Ichiro divided the food into six shares.

“What is your name?”

“Momoko.”

“How lengthy have you been with Katsuya?”

“For a lengthy time. He just came and rescued me from marrying Kogaratu.” She sensed the other?s interest when she stated that, and abruptly shut up.

“Is he good to you?” The fox boy stated unbelieving. Momoko nodded, smiling in the believed of her lovely caretaker?s face.

“Does he tell you he cares about you?” Isano asked sympathetically.

Her face fell just a little. “He doesn?t talk to me as a lot as I?d like, but I know he does care about me. Or else, or else he by no means would have come back.” Her chest heaved suddenly in the believed of all those months with her uncle, but she quelled it and was nonetheless once far more. The other people had been staring at Kouhei, which he was attempting to ignore.

“Well.” Ichiro glanced at Kouhei. “It seems your evil brother has a soft spot.” The yokai shrugged, but she could see he was studying her out with the corners of his flame-colored eyes. That was how Katsuya looked at her most with the time.

“What does he feed you?” The Shouta asked.

“Oh, I have to get that myself.” Momoko stated, chewing on a wing.

“mmmf.” Isano didn?t sound pleased. “Kouhei, Katsuya hates you due to the fact you live with us, indicating weakness, yet nonetheless managed to beat him. Twice. Now he has this tiny child with him? That can?t be correct.”

“What? You don?t expect me to lecture my brother about how you can bring up a brat do you?” Kouhei asked.

“I don?t expect you to tell me anything.” Everybody lept to their feet once much more as
Katsuya appeared only some yards away. “Except what you?re doing with my fur.” Momoko stayed seated, but she turned about and grinned. His callous violet eyes flicked more than her for a second, then he started to walk away.

“Why is he doing that?” Isano asked astounded.

“He?s waiting for her, without having losing face.” Ichiro stated, hitting it proper on the button.
“Look at all that bread he has in his hands, demons don?t eat bread.”

When Katsuya turned about it was not Momoko but Kouhei he found at his elbow, with Isano close behind. He hissed, baring his fangs in involuntary displeasure.
He hadn?t talked to his brother considering that they?d fought and Kouhei utilised his dragon fang sword to deliver him the paralyzing blow ultimately responsible for him meeting Momoko inside the first location. Katsuya despised him since he had fallen in love with human, and he would in no way rule a kingdom. It had once been his passion to gain respect through terror, but anymore Katsuya didn?t know what his younger brother wanted. He was traveling using a group consisting virtually entirely of humans, with feelings for the girl at his side. The 1 demon he kept company with was second rate, cutsie ones like the kitsune. Now they all lived in a house together and had been probably just on their way back now from visiting the miko?s parents in her village. Which was actually what they had been doing. Yet he had somehow managed to conquer Katsuya the couple of times they?d met in combat, some thing Katsuya had a tough time coming to terms with.

“What do you want?”

“What are you currently doing using a human child?”

Katsuya glared at him and at Isano, who felt the poison of his glance but stayed serenely behind Kouhei.

“Do you feel I?m about to leave her with you ragtag army of brigands, who have no choice but to stay together simply because you don?t have adequate strength to stand on your own?”

Kouhei growled and reached for his sword and just as quickly Katsuya had him by the throat. Instead of thrusting his sword through Katsuya?s belly however, Kouhei took his hand off his handle and relaxed in his older brother?s grip. It was then Katsuya saw Isano?s hand on his small brother?s arm. One thing was happening here, and it wasn?t what he and Azuka had together. Although it might not be that various either.
Isano spoke. “We?re just saying, should you ever need a spot to put her. I know a woman in my village who will take her. Her name is Ume and she does not refuse hospice to anyone who enters her door. She lives?” Katsuya had released Kouhei and was walking away, “?within the southern district.”

“Proud fool.” Kouhei mentioned, back on his feet once again. “How lengthy do you believe she?ll last using the company he keeps?”

“Like you should talk.” Ichiro mentioned, joining them.

“Don?t worry Kouhei.” Isano stated. “Your family has a history of taking care of humans, and I don?t believe your brother is an exception anymore.”

Kouhei grinned. He knew his mother?s identity was nonetheless held in question by many within the spirit world. “Some spirits father offspring that don?t inherit demonhood, but have a trait or two that other humans don?t have.” He mused. “I’ve heard about her lightfootedness. That girl is just not a demon, but she might not be entirely human either.”

Japanese Demons 9 – Story

Friday, August 26th, 2011

Katsuya took Momoko towards the city the subsequent day. He left her consuming noodles at a roadside diner while he wandered the town himself. His telltale markings had been covered with paint, but his white hair nonetheless shone conspicuously and warned the local yokai that a high-class mononoke was in their midst.

The owner with the noodle shop approached the little ragged girl suspiciously.

“Whose paying for this?” He asked, eyeing her as she consumed her soup with loud slurping noises.

“He is.” She pointed to a tall man entering, his white hair falling past his butt. The man gaped, was it a god?

“Who is he?”

“My older brother.” Momoko completed up her soup and wiped her mouth. “What do you have for me?” She asked expectantly. Katsuya dropped some coins on the table for the shopkeeper and handed Momoko a red kimono. It was lovely and she gasped. The restaurant owner edged as much as appear at it.

“D-did you get that from a shop about here?” He asked. It was far more gorgeous than any garment he?d seen tailored or produced. Katsuya glared at him contemptuously and mentioned to Momoko, “Let?s go.” Older brother?! He was a century old and no, he had not had the dress produced by any human. The kimono was produced by his personal tailor, a demon who lived on the mountain Katsuya came from. He saw thieves eyeing them from the allyway, spirit and human alike, and flicked slightly dry blood from his fingernails. Maybe they could stay about awhile soon after all.
* * *
Momoko was sick. Katsuya had removed the star disks and commanded small demons to take care of her wound, but the truth with the matter was yokai are no great at healing. Kogaratu?s dirty blades had infected her shoulder, and now her body was fighting disease. It had started having a lethargic attitude after which she began vomiting. Katsuya was carrying her now and he could really feel her small body burning through the silk dress he?d gotten her. She?d been sick for some days, but now she was sweating, delirious and didn?t recognize him anymore. She cried and called out and there was nothing Katsuya could do about it. He was a destroyer of lives, not a saver and his life-defending sword was only useful in death. He didn?t desire to wait that lengthy.

The old couple looked up as a tall man entered their property carrying a child. “I hear you two are healers.” He stated. They nodded, mute in the sight of him. “Do whatever you’ll be able to for her.” He mentioned, put her down, and left. This spot was surrounded by guardian spirits, powerful ones. Momoko could be safe from other demons here, but it created him uncomfortable to stay with so many Jinushigami about. He would come back for her when she was far better, but proper now she was in no position to travel. The old couple did everything they could for her, but soon discovered she was beyond even their support. Worse, she was infecting other folks who came to their house. In a week, a lot more than thirty folks in their village had been sick. A priest came to visit them.

“You say this girl was brought in by a demon?” He asked coldly. “He should be powerful indeed to escape detection from our guardian spirits. You should not have accepted her into your property.”

“We can not turn anyone away, be it friend or foe. Especially not a helpless girl like this.”

“This child doesn?t just have a sickness, she has brought a plague with her. You should get rid of her prior to the whole village pays for your transgression.” The priest stated. The old couple protested, but the priest wouldn?t yield. “Should our folks die to ensure that you’ll be able to save a demon?s brat? Get rid of her by midnight tonight, or else we will do it for you.” When he left the couple looked in the child. Momoko didn?t burn as hot as just before, but she showed no signs of regaining consciousness.

“Perhaps it is the will with the gods.” The old woman stated sadly. “I?ll wrap her in clothes and give her some bread to take towards the subsequent world.” Tenderly she wrapped the child in a blanket and tucked some rice buns in with her. Then the old man lifted her in his arms and carried her several miles outside the village. When he believed she was far adequate away, he put her down in a grove of trees and went property.
For another day Momoko sweated and burned. Then, the second night she was out inside the open it began to rain. Just a little at first, then the heavens opened up and poured. An hour into the deluge, Momoko?s eyes opened and she stared into the heavens.

“Where am I?” She felt weak plus a small nauseated, but her head was clear. She sat up, and also the world spun a couple of times prior to righting itself. “Where is Katsuya sama? Did he abandon me?” She asked aloud. It couldn?t be. She put her hand to her head and believed back just a little. ?I was sick. I remember him carrying me, the feeling of fur on my face and his smell. Then, we entered a cottage, and he put me down.? That was all of the small girl could remember. He wouldn?t have left her out alone like this; the individuals inside the cottage ought to have accomplished it. Individuals never ever seemed to want her. She looked inside the blanket, now sopping wet, and found the day-old buns. They had been wet, but she ate them anyway. Then she settled back against the tree and bent her head against the rain. ?Katsuya sama will find me.? Her body was exhausted following fighting Kogaratu?s invading bacteria. She fell asleep inside the warm shower.

Katsuya sama nonetheless had not come for her the subsequent day, but the sun came out and dried her out. She spent that day sitting exactly where the old man had left her and sleeping, her body nonetheless recovering. About midday she became thirsty and left her spot to drink rainwater from a shallow depression inside the ground. As cool night fell she wrapped herself tightly in her blanket and wondered ?exactly where is he?? She didn?t sleep properly that night, and woke ravenously hungry. The morning sun found the Momoko treading the wilderness alone, the blanket on her shoulders, its end trailing on the ground.

The sun rose and she came to an encampment. She didn?t see anyone about, but she saw the remains of a fire along with a pot sitting beside it using a couple of bowls. She was too hungry to worry about who was about. It was a big pot, and she could smell the sake from inside. She took 1 with the earthenware bowls from the ground and ladled the alcohol into it, gulped it down. It created her eyes water and her throat burn.

“Oi.” Through teary eyes she saw a tall, broad shouldered man standing in her way. He was handsome, with lengthy bangs, as well as a thick braid hung down his back. He observed her through cruel, arrogant eyes?.but she was utilised to cruel eyes. She smiled at him, at peace using the world. She picked up another bowl, filled it with sake and trotted more than to give it to him. He accepted it having a calloused hand. “That?s what I like to see a woman do. Are you currently from a village nearby?” She shook her head. His eyes traveled down her ruined silk dress, bedraggled blanket and muddy feet. “I believe we could use a girl like you.” He lifted his voice. “Hey, brothers, appear at what wandered into our camp.” 3 a lot more men came into view, significant, ruddy guys who stared at Momoko curiously.

“Do you want me to get rid of her?” 1 of them asked. His hair was brief, and jagged.

Bankotsu stated. “I suppose we could take her with us. Not worth killing anyway, and she can do the menial tasks.”

“If you prove useful to us we?ll let you live.” Genji the fourth brother stated to her.

“That is if, Touya doesn?t find some method to kill you when we?re not seeking.” Shinji the third brother stated. He was the 1 using the brief, rough-cut hair and metal blades strapped to his hands. He had a wild appear in his eyes.

“I wonder what produced him such a misogynist? Our mother couldn?t have warped him that badly, could she?” Ryouji, the second and greatest brother asked. He would have liked to be the leader but couldn?t support seeking as much as Bankotsu, who was smarter, stealthier and stepped into manage the moment their father died.

“I feel her wanting a baby girl and dressing him up like 1 for ten years did one thing to him.” Genji replied. “Plus he always had a cruel streak. Remember what he did to that kitten we brought back once? Anyway, we?ll maintain an eye out so he doesn?t kill her this time. Come here girl, you belong to us now.”

Not knowing what to do about this turn of events, Momoko stated nothing. They swung her on a horse and galloped away to a house deep within the woods. They hung their leather armor up on hooks, and looked hungrily at a boiling pot within the corner. A young man stood there, his hair was put up within the back of his head and he wore a flowing kimono.

He looked about at them with bored eyes. They settled on the small girl, and narrowed.

“Did you do what I asked you to Touya?” Bankotsu asked.

Touya stared coldly at Momoko, who was staring back. “What is this, a woman whelp?”

“What do you believe it is, idiot? And you are not to touch her, she is for us to use as a servant.” The boy?s lip curled, but he did not reply. Why was the stinking girl child staring at him so? He lashed out at her.

“Don?t appear at me like that, brat.” Her eyes switched to some other object. But he noticed her watching him out with the corners of her eyes later, studying him. Touya hated females, but knew that once his brothers had been set on keeping her he?d have a challenging time obtaining rid of her. He?d just make her life miserable inside the meantime.
The similarity was unmistakable, Momoko believed. He reminded her strongly of Katsuya sama. The cold eyes, the effeminate beauty? the elegant clothes. But exactly where it had all fit Katsuya sama?s lordliness, it looked out of spot on this mean stranger. She decided to avoid him.
***
The small girl proved to be a capable servant. They figured she was mute, simply because she in no way mentioned anything. She didn?t require significantly searching soon after. She ate their leftovers after which sat inside the corner that night. They took her with them the subsequent day when they left for the City of Lords, exactly where they could always find business. They slept under the stars and with 1 of them always watching more than the camp. Some with the brothers utilised blankets, some didn?t. Momoko always went slightly ways away and curled up on her side. She knew she was becoming watched, and how far was far sufficient. She hated it when they told Touya, the youngest brother, to watch her.
After becoming treated like a girl for so lengthy he hated girls, although she didn?t know this. He was always pinching her or attempting to make her trip.

“We?re only a day away from the City of Lords.” Bankotsu stated. Momoko groaned inwardly. She was utilized to walking lengthy periods of time behind Katsuya sama, but he always seemed to stop proper when she was tired. No such luck with these men.
She was walking behind the rest, just in front of Touya when she was shoved roughly from behind. She lost her balance, stumbled, and found herself falling off the steep embankment they?d been walking along.

She didn?t cry out when the stones cut her face and she splashed into the shallow creek in the bottom with the ravine. She looked up and glimpsed Touya?s triumphant and malicious grin ahead of he continued past her, not telling his brothers what had happened. Momoko crawled out and sat on a stone, hoping all of the other people would pass her by. Some minutes later she looked as much as see them standing in the top with the embankment.

“We practically didn’t realize you?d gone missing.” Shinji called. “How did you manage to get way down there?”

“I can guess.” Bankotsu stated grimly. He?d been the 1 to realize she wasn?t exactly where she was supposed to be. “Ryouji go carry her back up.”

“You?re much more trouble than you?re worth.” Bankotsu stated to her when she was back up, and slapped Touya. “You had been supposed to be watching her. Don?t do that once more.” Touya got a black scowl on his face. The company started once again, and Momoko was disipirited. What was the point when each and every trace of Katsuya sama was disappearing?eh? What was that? In 1 with the brother?s packages, carried by horses, one thing was sticking out, a piece of bright red cloth. Ryouji and Genji watched as the small girl suddenly picked up her pace and ran towards the side of 1 with the horses. She could barely reach it, but she hung on towards the pack and got a hold with the piece of cloth. From up close the pattern was unmistakable. She pulled out the dress, and saw it was the 1 Katsuya sama had gotten for her. The last thing of his. The old couple she?d stayed with had taken the kimono and put a clean 1 on her, but it had been taken when the brigands burned the village they day soon after she left. As she stared down at it her face puckered, and she had to hide her face in it to stop the tears from flowing.

“Hai, that?s not for you.” Ryouji took it from her, exposing her tears. “you?re just going to ruin it.”

“I?d cry too.” Stated Touya?s voice behind her. “If I had to wear what she?s wearing. Not that it matters, she?s an ugly brat regardless of how you appear at her.” He flicked out his sword and it slit through Momoko?s dress, piercing her shoulder. It was a shallow cut, but it was exactly the same shoulder Kogaratu had injured and Touya heard a sharp intake of breath. He was pleased to hear the normally stony-faced child react to some thing.

“I wouldn?t say that.” Stated Genji. He was in the bottom with the scale, second only to Touya who was the youngest. Touya, however, seemed to be far more respected in general, although he had been saddled using the menial tasks ahead of Momoko came. Genji?s rough thumb wiped a tear off Momoko?s cheek. “She?s going to be fairly cute in several years.”

“You should leave her alone. She?s half your size, idiot.” Ryouji stated to Touya.

“I?m noticing a disturbing trend here, brothers.” Touya mentioned. He had a cruel arrogance and self assurance Genji and Ryouji didn?t have although Genji was older and Ryouji a lot bigger. “You seem to care much more about that brat than me. Is she a part of this band, or am I?” He was in the tail end with the group, Momoko and his 3 brothers had been within the middle using the horses and Bankotsu strode in front of them all, ignoring their spat.

“Brothers we?re 1 day away from the castle exactly where we’re to get our subsequent commission.” He mentioned more than his shoulder. “Hurry it up.”

They climbed up a trail to get there, along with the peasants on the way down avoided their gaze. Momoko looked about her with tired eyes. Her face hurt, her body sore from the tumble. Plus her shoulder was bleeding. She looked behind her and Touya created a face. ‘Hurry Katsuya sama, find me and save me.’ It had been fun trotting following Katsuya sama, she?d always found the strength to go on even when she was tired. And there had been the dragon to ride on. Traveling with these butchers was no fun at all. Her feet had been moving a lot more slowly now and she was falling behind even Touya.

He reached out as he passed her and grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Don?t fall behind, brat.” She twisted her head to appear at him along with a guttural noise of disgust came out of her.

“I?”

His eyes widened and he let go of her hair. “So it is possible to talk?” She turned her head back down and concentrated on her feet the rest with the way. ?Just leave me alone.?
They had gained entrance to an encampment of soldiers. They seemed to be quite effectively recognized, as well as the soldiers tolerated their presence. They joined in using the joking and talking, and swapped stories while Momoko stood within the background.

“Are you allowing girls into your band of rogues now?” 1 of them asked, “Who is it, your small sister?”

“More of a vassal.” Bankotsu mentioned.

“She can join the servants then who are cooking for us.” Momoko went exactly where he pointed and found a lot of women cooking in a tent, and washing clothes.

“Girl child, did you come in with those brigands?” A woman asked. Momoko nodded. The woman looked sad. “You?re such a sweet thing to be traveling with those evil bastards. And you?re a mess as nicely. You need a brand new kimono.” She got a kimono and an undertunic for Momoko, who virtually cried once more from the gesture of kindness. Two outbursts of tears in 1 day, Momoko believed, ‘I?m acquiring soft.’ Nonetheless she was extremely grateful for it, since it was cold outside. Following helping out she sat in a corner and looked up when Genji passed her. He looked down and saw her.

“Come on.”

She rose and followed him to exactly where the band was sitting in a circle, discussing one thing. Touya amused himself by flicking her with his sword. “Say one thing pup, talk to me. Too proud?” He taunted. He?d come close to nicking her face, but by no means quite did it. He wanted her to flinch, but eventually she just closed her eyes. That?s when she felt the blade slashing against her belly. She opened her eyes as her outer garment fell away, he?d cut through her kimono and she was just within the cotton tunic. Thank goodness it was lengthy, but her kimono?She looked up with anger at her eyes. Touya was sitting inside the exact same position, his legs sprawled in front of him. He jerked his wrist as well as the trick blade folded back into itself.

She hated him, his smirk, his unwarranted cruelty. Exactly where was it all coming from?
“Do you realize how many men and women I?ve killed? Small girls like you? Too many to count. Someday, I will kill you too, you realize.” He mentioned. Momoko glared at him unabashed as the hatred began to properly up inside unchecked. She was tired and her body hurt, her face hurt, her insides hurt, all due to the fact of him. She hated him. Momoko picked up the kimono, Touya now reminded her of Ryou far more than anything. It was time for him to die.

That night Shinji was guarding them. He sat with hands in his sleeves, legs folded, his weapon of choice by his side. He surveyed the sleepers. There was Bankotsu, on his side, sleeping as he always did with out a mat. The significant body sized cleaver he called a sword was proper by him, and his hand was touching the hilt as usual. It took monstrous strength to swing that sword, but strength was some thing Bankotsu had in plenty. On the far side Ryouji was sleeping, face upwards. He tended to gravitate away from Bankotsu. He was ambitious, and although there was no power struggle as of yet, he was not completely trustworthy. Genji was sleeping among the two, and Touya on the other side of him. The girl was closest to Shinji, since as usual she had separated herself somewhat from the brothers. She had her damaged kimono clenched her hand, which Shinji believed seemed unnatural for a child. Bankotsu, was a warrior and utilized to generating fists even in his sleep, whereas this girl wasn’t. She slept on her side, back towards the wall. Finally Shinji closed his eyes also.

Twenty minutes later Momoko rose. She turned her back on Shinji and dipped her kimono into the pot of sake. There was just adequate left to soak into the cloth completely, she twisted it into a heavy strand. She moved past Genji on light feet. His head was bent forward and his eyes nonetheless closed. Not that he could hear her anyway, even the dogs in her aunt?s courtyard had not been able to choose up the sound of her feet. She had to step about a couple of arms and legs to get to Touya, freezing each and every time an individual moved.

Touya lay sprawled more than a mat, a blanket twisted about his limbs. He was sleeping on his face, with his head turned towards the side. She knelt beside his prone body and carefully threaded the lengthy, roped kimono through the space among his neck along with the mat. Then she crossed the ropes, stood, placed a foot on his back and pulled. The subsequent thing she knew she was thrown backwards as Touya rose in a fury, his powerful hands had been about her neck. Touya knelt on her chest, her stranded kimono hanging from his shoulders, his eyes blazing. Ever light sleepers the other four instantaneously came to life at his outcry. Bankotsu instantly grabbed his weapon, but when he saw what was the matter he leaned back casually, eyes bored.
“Oi, you two fight like brother and sister.”

“You!” Touya pointed a livid finger at Shinji. “You let her try to kill me!”

“I just wanted to see what she was as much as, after which if she would actually do it. Some bandit you are, letting a child get to you like that. C?mon you feel a kid like that could kill you?”

“Course not.” Touya mentioned contemptuously.

“So let her go.” Bankotsu stated.

The boy rose, and stared down at Momoko stared back at him with hate filled eyes. They stayed like that for a moment, him having a burning neck and her breathing in small puffs through her nose. Then she got up quietly and retreated to her corner.

“You. Why don?t you ever speak?” He asked as she passed him.

The subsequent morning Momoko went back to washing clothes using the women.
“What happened to your kimono?” The first woman asked. Momoko remembered her kindness from the day prior to, and it reminded her with the first time Katsuya sama had asked her a question. She felt tears prickle in the memory.

“They took it away.” She mentioned softly. “I wish, I wish I was with my family.” Even as she mentioned it, she barely knew who she was referring to. She wanted to be with either her aunt, or Katsuya sama, but she didn?t know which 1 she wanted much more. She could barely remember her old family.

The woman squeezed her very good shoulder. “Little 1, you?ve had a rough life.”

Another woman looked at her in annoyance. “So has everybody.” She mentioned sharply.

“Why don?t you go play? We don?t need your support.” Momoko didn?t particularly need to be turned loose in a camp full of strange men, but neither did she wish to be exactly where she was not wanted. At the least using the band of brothers she had a function to fill, if only 1 of a lowly servant. She wandered about until she found Bankotsu talking having a soldier.

“It should be a rough life you guys lead, going here and there. Your brother looks like he hasn?t seen a woman in years.” The soldier mentioned. They had been searching at Genji, who was talking to a prostitute.

“He?s a lady?s man.” Bankotsu stated. “Touya there, he prefers to kill them.” They each looked in the muscular, lovely boy. He was leaning indolently against a stump, sharpening his many blades. “I have never ever seen him having a woman.”

“How about you? I haven?t seen you with anyone because you?ve been here.”

Bankotsu shrugged. He was powerfully built and spare. “Women have their location.”
Bankotsu saw women as objects with 1 function, and 1 function only. To serve him. All he truly cared about was living the life of a high class rogue, fighting, destroying, burning and taking lives. “We rarely maintain women about. Otherwise Ryouji and Shinji fight, and things just get messier when Touya kills them.”

“I can?t stand female servants.” Touya murmured.

“What about her?” The soldier asked along with the 3 of them looked about to see Momoko standing quietly nearby.

Touya?s lazy eyes drifted more than to her. “What about her?” He asked blandly and went back to cleaning his blades. Momoko was surprised, that was all he had to say following she tried to kill him last night?

That night the five brothers sat in a group up in their room and Momoko sat beside Genji, keeping her head down more than her bowl.

“You can stop the pretense.” He stated to her. “I heard you talking towards the women, I know you are able to speak.” She stared into her food and didn?t answer. She could really feel their eyes on her.

“You stated you wished your family was here. So, we?re your family now.” She blinked, them? By no means! “With us, you are able to have anything you wish. Everybody will fear you, as they do us.” He continued, ignoring her reticence. ‘But that?s not what I want!’ She cried inwardly, in mental anguish. “We can be like your big brothers.”

Finally she spoke. “I?ve already had brothers.”

“Where are they now?” Ryouji sneered.

“They had been killed by brigands.”

“How ironic.” Bankotsu mentioned.

Her big round eyes narrowed and when he read the hate in them, Bankotsu shifted so he could stare her within the face. “What do you believe, small Momoko? You feel we will be the only ones burning in hell?” He shook his head, his thick bangs swishing more than arrogant eyes. “The reality is, you are just like us. You tried to take a life yesterday, and if the circumstances had been proper, you could be a murderer just like us. In case you had been born into our family as that daughter mother wanted, that sixth sibling, you would have turn into a bloody marauder too and assisted inside the slaughter of villages. Don?t pretend like you?re distinct, simply because you?re not. Inside we?re all of the very same.”

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