Ok, before I start let me clear up a few things in this drabble:
Inuyasha is aromantic in this and he is eleven-years-old. This also takes place in a steampunk environment, though without the crazy machinery.
October 30, 1962
I told Mama I wanted to go out tomorrow. She asked if I was Hungry. I told her no. I wanted to go out for the Treats or the Tricks. She told me it might be dangerous seeing as I might get Hungry during that time. I won't be. I managed to Eat yesterday. The meat was tough, but it left a good taste.
I already picked out my costume. A ghost. Traditional. Sheet with eyes cut out. Not very good, but I don't want the nearby villages recognizing me. Sad that I have to cover my face so I can get candy.
It won't satisfy me, but I have an incurable sweet tooth. Just like any kid. Plus, I like candy. I like the taste they leave in my mouth.
October 31, 1962
Mama came into my room from her office with a smile on her face. She says we are going to have a visitor a week after today. She says both me and Kirara have to be nice to her when she arrives.
She. She is for a girl. Mama told me years ago when I called a girl a 'he'. I don't feel sorry. I hardly feel sorry for anyone. Except Mama. And Kirara. They are the only ones who I actually feel any sort of feelings for. Mama calls it being "apethetic". It means feeling little to no emotion. I also feel no romantic emotions. Except for family love. Mama and Kirara are the only ones that I feel any love for.
Anyway, I hope this girl's nice. I might tolerate her if she doesn't steal my candy. I don't tolerate people if they steal my candy. Mama is an exception. She likes chocolate. I don't like it. Allergic. Learned it the hard way. It took me to my third chocolate delight before I realized I couldn't breathe. Now Mama eats them to make sure I don't get sick again. Sad.
November 7, 1962
I haven't written in a week due to being sick. I apparently did not know that Shippo's Poppers Delight had a very thin layer of chocolate hidden inside them. Mama had become Mama 901.0. She's been giving me medicine, wrapping me up in 50 blankets, turning the heat up, and basically everything a mother does when her child is sick. Mama left the house to buy ingredients for her liver potion. It's not really a potion, more of a tea made of liver and dried plants.
It tastes disgusting but it works.
I never noticed that the house looks dead when Mama's away. Luckily, it won't look like that For a long time. Maybe I'll explain later.
Someone knocked at the door. I wonder who it is. It isn't Mama. She just walks in.
They knocked again. I'm gonna go see who it is.
November 9, 1962
Remember when I wrote that we were having a visitor? Well, she came in yesterday.
She says her name is Kagome Higurashi. Says she's from Japan. She came to little old England to "study abroad". I don't even know what that phrase means but I don't wanna ask. She's annoying. She talks too much, and she keeps whining about the cold. You came here by choice, woman!
Anyway.
She looks about 18, maybe. She smells like she has a cat. The coat that she wore yesterday wasn't hers, it looked feminine, but it didn't fit her. The perfume she packed also isn't hers. The perfume smells like sweet lemon, apple spice and oranges, a strong scent. Kagome smells like tangerines, watermelon and peaches, a soft scent. She doesn't have a boyfriend (no boy smells like sweet lemon, apple spice and oranges), but she says she has a girlfriend. From her perfume, I can tell that her girlfriend is a slugger. I like her girlfriend.
From her books, it looks like she's studying criminal law, medicine, forensics, and maybe some history. I think. It looks like she'll be staying for two months, maybe longer, by the amount of clothes in her bag. All I hope is that I won't have to deal with her blood when it hits her. I can deal with Mama, but not with any other girl.
Dinner's ready. I have to go.
November 19, 1962
I never noticed this before, but I think I might have a bit of homicidal tendencies.
How I noticed, you might ask?
Well, every time I see The Kagome in the kitchen, I have to night back the urge to grab a kitchen knife and stab her to death. But I must not do it.
If I could, I would. But I can't, so I shant.
Besides, Mama might get mad that I dirtied her kitchen.
November 25, 1962
It has become more and more difficult to not think of murder every time I see The Kagome. I think I might be getting Hungry. I usually think of murder when I'm getting Hungry. I think it's almost time for me to Eat. Yay!
November 26, 1962
I am Hungry. It's time for me to Eat. I told Mama, she said that I can go once The Kagome is asleep. I cannot WAIT for midnight!
November 27, 1962
I messed up last night.
Or more specifically, The Kagome messed up last night. She saw me Eat. This is not good. Not good at all.
It's bad when a human sees one of us Eat, or worse, if they interrupt us. When she saw me, I only got four bites in. She's lucky I didn't tell anyone, or Mama. But she really doesn't have a very long life ahead of her if the whole village finds out.
November 29, 1962
The Kagome ran away. She kept herself locked in her room for a whole day. At midnight, she sneaked out and ran away.
I told Mama what happened two days ago. She understood. She managed to save a bit of Food for me. It wasn't as good as a fresh hunt, but it was nice.
December 2, 1962
It has officially been three days since The Kagome left our bed and breakfast. I managed to fill up my Hunger with some saved Food. And Mama has already finished putting up the Christmas tree.
The whole town decorated the village for Christmas. We love it way too much. The Kagome left one of her books here. The History of Feudal Japan. I read a bit of it last night. It's actually pretty interesting. And Mama's maiden name actually makes a little sense to me now.
One of the ladies in the pictures about wealthy families actually looked like Mama. Maybe she is.
It was Mama. I showed her the book with the picture of wealthy families and she said that, yes, one of them was her. Old Japanese paintings look a little too descriptive. Everything has detail, even the grass.
December 5, 1962
Mama made me write the Four Rules in case I forget them. Which would be hard since I remembered them for nearly 250 years. But, it's Mama, so I have to do it.
THE FOUR RULES OF THE ELDRICHT
1.) We only eat the dead or the deathly I'll
2.) We only Eat when we get Hungry, never for fun
3.) Always, ALWAYS hunt at night
4.) Never let any human see you Eat
December 19, 1962
I got Hungry again yesterday. I managed to Eat an entire corpse! The meat was tough but it satisfied me. It tasted delicious.
I'm really getting tired of having to cover my right eye in the day when human traders come into the market. I like it when NO humans come, then I Can have both of my eyes showing.
My human eye, and my Eldricht eye.
I wonder how The Kagome is doing. Maybe she forgot about her experience here, or maybe she still remembers. Either way, if she dies, maybe I'll eat her. Who knows how she tastes.
