First Hell Girl Fan fiction. Review if pleased.
It wasn't the first time I had met her when mistress took me in. Actually, I had met her several hundred years ago back when I was a katana.
My owner at the time was an admired samurai. Everyone in the land praised and welcomed him however, he was a drunkard and a heavy drinker.
The money he received from people as donations, he'd spend on getting drunk and partying with women. All of them were tricked and was
driven out from their money every time he had settled down to a girl. Hopping back and forth. But this one was different. She was probably the most
prettiest and wisest I had seen. I still remember her clearly when we had met but, I wasn't even a living person then. Her beautiful porcelain skin,
her silky black hair, her sharp and seductive eye's. She even had a laid-back personality and didn't seem as clingy and easily given to. That night,
she had slept with my owner as I was just left against the wall to witness it all. She had looked at me, helplessly and held me with her slender fingers.
Shakily grasping me tight, pointing me to my own owner. In a flash, his blood was stained and she had left me there next to my owner. We never
met again until mistress had saved me from my despair. She doesn't seemed to have had any memories of us because I was only but a mere katana
at the time. I laid on the floor in the empty house of the mistresses. It's been an entire year since mistress left all of us, yet I came here hoping
she'd be back.
"Ren? What are you doing here?"
I sat up seeing her again. She was in her usual lazily-worn yukata and her haired was tied up too.
"Thinking."
She laid next to me as I laid back again, staring at the ceiling. Her hand slightly touched to mine but she didn't seem bothered at all.
"Hone-Onna. Do you remember the first time we had met?"
'Hmm? Of course! When mistress took you in, right?'
"Something like that"
I let out a small chuckle. That day, she left from me again back to the human world. I laid still, laying on my back and looking at the ceiling.
Maybe it's better for her to be clueless. It's better for her to forget about something that is insignificant of a thing like me.
After all, she never did come back to this mistresses world. But I'll keep waiting here after 40 years. Forever. Until she remembers.
