"Ghosts don't linger here long Kazuma."
I had asked her why. She had smiled.
"This is our world, not even the spirits dare to linger in it long."
I had not known she was a demon then and this confused me. I don't understand how I didn't know. Now it seems obvious.
She was a child when I first saw her, in this form at least. A little girl in a satin yellow dress, it was tattered and dirty. She looked like an orphan, I had felt sorry for her. The dirt in her hair had prevented me from discovering what color it was. Her eyes were a pale blue, almost transparent.
She's here now and her eyes are dark, they remain the same color but are shaded with an evil no one can see. Her hair falls in light waves around her shoulders, strawberry blonde. She's clean and her dress and shoes are immaculate. She's the same age.
She smiles at me and in my eyes it seems sadistic but no one else sees this, they see nothing more than a little girl.
"Come Kazuma! I have something to show you."
I stay froze to my spot on the side walk.
"Come Kazuma! Come!"
She grabs my wrist and it burns painfully and I am propelled forward by some unidentifiable source. 'No' I quietly murmur as she follows the cracked sidewalk.
We're leaving town.
I breifly wonder what my sister will make of my disappearance, or my friends. I don't linger on these thoughts long. The little girl giggles as she pulls me down the sidewalk, her grip is almost painful and is impossible to break. We're almost on the outskirts of town now. She's leading us to the north. She's leading us to the forest. We're leaving town.
Should I continue? I'm not sure. Just some drabble I spit up. I've got a bit of writers block Please give me suggestions if you'd like me to continue. Sorry to those still waiting for Kazuma!