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Hiiragizawa
Snowflakes
Prologue
The deep, resonating voice echoed upwards from the basement. Uninterested, the girl continued to stir the ingredients in the mixing bowl. She hummed along with the song on the radio, tapping her foot and stirring in time to the beat. A long, otherworldly moan rose from the lower portion of the house, and the girl scowled, turning up the radio's volume. The girl began to sing along with the song, even though she didn't particularly care for the tune, and stopped only briefly to sample the batter-in-progress. It was a tad bland, she decided, and grabbed for the cinnamon and nutmeg. Grasping both in one hand, she shook them vigorously into the bowl while belting out the chorus of the song. Satisfied, the girl set both shakers on the kitchen counter and resumed her stirring. The basement emitted a strange rumbling, and the girl felt the very ground shaking. Her expression gradually faded from annoyance to apathy, and her singing lowered to a mere whisper. Soon she seemed almost catatonic, staring blankly out the window while stirring the batter mechanically.
A soft whirring in her ear signalled the arrival of her companion, and she reached out distractedly to pet him as he jumped onto the kitchen counter. He rubbed against her outstretched hand, just as distractedly, and for a moment the two seemed as a normal teenaged girl and her cat. A smell not unlike sulphur and smoke wafted in through the kitchen door, yet the pair remained rooted to their spots. Pine needles and a dense fog blew in through the door from the basement, stopping as suddenly as it had begun.
"I'm not sure that's what he meant to do," noted the girl. She continued to scratch the cat under his chin, staring blankly ahead.
The cat blinked. He looked up at the girl, whose hair was now strewn with fresh pine needles. Fine whiskers twitching, he raised his paw to his mouth and licked it once.
Another rumbling of the house, and a long string of arcane chants. Lightning flashed just outside the window, slicing through the evening and singing a row of ferns in the garden. Soft snowflakes began to fall, coating the burnt plants in white.
The girl's eyes widened impossibly, and she dropped the mixing bowl. It shattered on the hard wooden floor, batter splattering the cabinets. "No! Why...?" Her question was unfinished, as she recoiled in shock and fell to the ground. On the counter, the cat swayed, and collapsed in a dark heap.
"Why," whispered the cat, "indeed."
Snowflakes
Prologue
The deep, resonating voice echoed upwards from the basement. Uninterested, the girl continued to stir the ingredients in the mixing bowl. She hummed along with the song on the radio, tapping her foot and stirring in time to the beat. A long, otherworldly moan rose from the lower portion of the house, and the girl scowled, turning up the radio's volume. The girl began to sing along with the song, even though she didn't particularly care for the tune, and stopped only briefly to sample the batter-in-progress. It was a tad bland, she decided, and grabbed for the cinnamon and nutmeg. Grasping both in one hand, she shook them vigorously into the bowl while belting out the chorus of the song. Satisfied, the girl set both shakers on the kitchen counter and resumed her stirring. The basement emitted a strange rumbling, and the girl felt the very ground shaking. Her expression gradually faded from annoyance to apathy, and her singing lowered to a mere whisper. Soon she seemed almost catatonic, staring blankly out the window while stirring the batter mechanically.
A soft whirring in her ear signalled the arrival of her companion, and she reached out distractedly to pet him as he jumped onto the kitchen counter. He rubbed against her outstretched hand, just as distractedly, and for a moment the two seemed as a normal teenaged girl and her cat. A smell not unlike sulphur and smoke wafted in through the kitchen door, yet the pair remained rooted to their spots. Pine needles and a dense fog blew in through the door from the basement, stopping as suddenly as it had begun.
"I'm not sure that's what he meant to do," noted the girl. She continued to scratch the cat under his chin, staring blankly ahead.
The cat blinked. He looked up at the girl, whose hair was now strewn with fresh pine needles. Fine whiskers twitching, he raised his paw to his mouth and licked it once.
Another rumbling of the house, and a long string of arcane chants. Lightning flashed just outside the window, slicing through the evening and singing a row of ferns in the garden. Soft snowflakes began to fall, coating the burnt plants in white.
The girl's eyes widened impossibly, and she dropped the mixing bowl. It shattered on the hard wooden floor, batter splattering the cabinets. "No! Why...?" Her question was unfinished, as she recoiled in shock and fell to the ground. On the counter, the cat swayed, and collapsed in a dark heap.
"Why," whispered the cat, "indeed."