Note:

This journal was started far before Mrs. Diana suggested that I should catalog everything that lead to the… event. As a form of coping and coming to terms with what happened.

So, to whoever is reading this: Please forgive me if some lines seem, "foreboding", for lack of a better term.

I don't share her optimism, not anymore, but I do trust her, so here goes nothing.

Journal Entry #1.1

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I looked into the foggy bathroom mirror. A certain someone had left the door closed after their own shower.

A white-skinned, if a little tanned, young man stared back at me. Brown hair that almost touched collarbone, hazel brown eyes, and a well defined musculature that almost stretched the skin. A hemispherical scar on the right forearm; it looked something with serrated teeth had latched on and tried to take bite of it. Which, I suppose, wasn't too far from the truth.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, boxers the only thing protecting my decency and thought, Hi, me.

My name is Yuto Amakawa. Demon-Slayer, Yokai sympathizer, and current owner of Tamamo-no-Mae.

Stripping off the last of my modesty, I stepped into the my rather spacious shower went through my routine. I turned on the hot water and let the steaming liquid ease the stress in my muscles, the temperature burning slightly, but in a good way.

The mornings' exercises had been particularly harsh today; Himari may love me, but that didn't stop her from putting me through my paces every training session.

After lathering up a washrag and scrubbing myself down, I decided to reach for the shampoo. Squeezing out three globs into my hand before running the flowery smelling substance through my matted hair. It gets nice and sudsy before I decided to rinse it out and turn off the shower; pulling on a towel as soon as I'm out from behind the curtain.

The pain hits me just as I start to towel off.

I've been through a lot, but stray shampoo mix getting into your eyes is something I'm convinced no one can overcome.

I swear a little as wiping my eyes fails to alleviate the burning sensation and partial blindness. Eventually I gave up and made my way out of the bathroom, bumping my head and letting out a decidedly less covert curse before fumbling into the hallway.

With a death-grip on the towel around my waist, I make my way towards the living room. Hoping to God that none of the girls are there and that I can get to my bedroom unmolested. Both figuratively and literally.

Stepping into the living room with still blurry and painful vision, a throaty chuckle is all the warning I get. A hand clamps down onto my shoulder before spinning me around as something slender and soft coils around my whole body.

"Oh ho, what do we have here?", Ageha's overly sultry voice reaches my ears, her amusement clear and unabashed. "Some confused prey wandering into my territory?", she strokes my chin before yanking it toward her after I refuse to turn my head voluntarily.

I couldn't see much, but I did feel her pull back a bit at the sight of my bloodshot and half-lidded eyes.

"Ageha, I'm in a bit of a predicament, and not really in the mood. Can you save this for later?", my tone is a little more terse than usual, but I didn't particularly care at that moment.

I hear a familiar dramatic sigh from somewhere else in the room before I feel a pulse of magic flow over me. I blink my eyes as the burning sensation rapidly recedes, although some dryness is left behind. My vision clears completely in a manner of seconds and I could now see my living room in all it's bland glory.

Ageha was in front of me, her right hand on my chin while her entire left arm had lengthened to wrap around my body. She was in rather plain clothes, for her at least. A pitch black long-sleeve shirt that accentuated her bust and wool pants that were baggy around the ankles.

Kesu looked on disapprovingly from her position on the couch, still in her iconic witch attire. Not even bothering to dress appropriately for the brisk Fall weather.

"I can sympathize with your focus on combat magic, Amakawa, but you should at least know some of the minor healing spells.", Kesu's voice was terse and uncompromising as she continues to read her little black book.

"Hey, I- mmpf!", I go to answer her, but my excuse is cut-off by Ageha pressing her lips to mine in a quick kiss.

I look over to Kesu, but she's turned her entire body away from me and still has her nose buried in that book. I guess she's still grumpy…, I thought, not realizing how much would hinge on my continued procrastination with her.

"You know~", Ageha purrs as she pulls back from the closed mouth kiss.

She pouts cutely for a moment before she starts trailing wet kisses across my jaw-line, "This reminds me of the favor you owe me for helping out in that last fight…"

More pecks going down my neck, "... And of how you never paid me back." As soon she reaches the nape of my neck, her left arm unwinds and Ageha brings me into a proper hug before baring her fangs.

I prepared for the bite-

Right when something cracks against the side of her head. The hit lets out an audible *crack* and would have left a normal person groaning on the ground. But Yokai of Ageha's caliber are made of sterner stuff, as is apparent by her response.

"Ow, fuck! Who-", Ageha snaps her head toward the source of the attack and promptly cuts herself off at the sight.

Himari stood right beside us, clad in a dark-purple kimono with inky black highlights, arms crossed below her chest with her (thankfully)sheathed katana held in her right hand. Her face was a perfect mask of "composed hatred". Her attention completely focused on Ageha.

"The hell is goin' on here?", she said in a very dangerous tone.

A/N: Criticism and Discussion is encouraged.