One day, Keine sat on her front porch. She awaited the arrival of students she knew wouldn't show up for school today. She assumed this, because of an issue she was going through lately-she had increasing difficulty controlling her other half. The were-hakutaku had gotten the better of her last night, killing not only Youkai, but a couple of humans, as well.
She sat on the porch, pondering concealing the history of these events, but she remembered that she would never forget, as others would. She figured that perhaps this way, everything would return to normal. The students would stop and go, "I'm late for school!" and would come flocking to her building. But then she realized that she would never be able to face them.
Well, honestly, she didn't have much of a class to begin with, as humans were more preoccupied with survival rather than school and history. Their society was, after all, ruled by hands-on work rather than the technology the real world is accustomed to. People toiled in the fields for food. Being a half-youkai, Keine didn't exactly starve. She could go months without eating.
Her concern was exactly that; eating. Eating the humans. She had begun to become more youkai than human. This was an issue. The guilt inside her burned and boiled like a thousand suns. Not a minute has gone by without torment.
She repeatedly cursed the Hakutaku that had bitten her in the first place, and her friend Mokou, who refused to kill her on demand and worry.
She had warned the foolish immortal that she felt the insanity becoming her. She had warned her to slay her in case she should hurt anybody. Mokou was too soft-hearted and caring to possibly carry out this task, and therefore, allowed Keine to run rampant, despite repeated pleas from her blue-heaired friend.
Keine clenched her first so hard that the nails dug into her palm, causing it to bleed. She was relentless. She had felt that she had deserved it. In fact, she deserved to die.
She got up off her chair and went inside the building. There was no way any students would show up. If they did, they would get a severe headbutt for being an hour late. Well, any of them except Watanabe, because after all, she had killed her mother last night.
Keine thought to herself while sitting at her desk in the desolate classroom. Perhaps I could feign possession. She pondered. Yes, that would work. I could start putting up warning posters around the village of a Youkai that could take possession of people's minds... like Satori! Then she stopped pondering and began writing it down on a piece of paper with ink. Then onto another paper, and another.
Soon, she was in town, posting these papers all over the village. She faced away from all people, as she was ashamed of herself and could not face them directly. People were unsure of being around Keine, and kept their distance while keeping an eye on her, while others simply grabbed their children and hid them inside their houses. To them, it was a huge disappointment and breach of trust. If they couldn't trust Keine, who could they trust? People looked at the blue-haired history teacher with scorn and fear.
Keine had finally finished hanging up the posters and patted her hands together. "There! That should clear any doubt." She walked back to her school, ashamed, and the villagers came out to read the posters. They just muttered a low "Ohhhh..."
Keine hoped that her cover-up could convince them. In the meantime, she needed to learn how to control Were-Keine once again.
