The Meeting Of Two
Damn spring festival, why did these humans call it spring festival anyway, it was in the damn winter.
He stood on the side walk, in the cold, watching the humans run, walk, ride and drive by, going on with there lives as if they would live forever, no they were living to die, sad. Why did humans like holidays? His guess was because they got time off of work, and in this case, this holiday, they got 2 weeks off, wich he, was not happy with but he had to comply with chinas policys, even if he could kill them all and be done with it.
It was cold outside, no doubt snow would be falling soon,
He sighed, something he didn't do much. He could see his breath coming out of his mouth, yep he was alive. Girls laughing caught him and he found himself watching them run across the road, in a instand he thought of the miko, its been 500 years since he seen her, but it was because of her that he was alive now. He remember her saying that demons did not live in her time, well, he proved her wrong.
It was not intill he started seeing girls in her unifrom some odd year ago that he started to recall her.
He began walking down the road, his hands in his long jacket pockets, Kami how he hated this time, but then again it did have its good point, he didn't have other demons bothering him, of course he could not kill humans when they annoyed him, well he could...
Something was bothering him today, he was restless, he looked at his watch, again he heard girls laughing, and again the miko face crossed his mind, this drove him crazy, its not like he wanted to think of her. He found himself walking, he knew were his feet were going, they were going to the place were she came.
He would sometimes go where the tree and well were, yet he never went up the stairs, he would just look up the stairs. He sometimes wondered what happened to the miko, it seems some what unfair that she would go to the past to fight a battle that was not hers, just to die there. But the last he recalled, she had sucked in the death whole.
He never questioned it, nor did he care to find out, it was not his problem, he didnt have problems.
He turned from the shrine steps and went back the way he came, he would get his car, drive home, and drink, he would then do work, he would let the maids of his house deal with the springs festivel, he care little for the holiday, there was only 1 part of the festival he like,
the lanterns.
Something about the sky and streets being filled with lanterens, maybe the light of it, it was one of those things that you had to stop and take in.
He got into his nice car, and drove into the busy streets, he knew it would take him longer to get home the normal, wich of course annoyed him. Red light here, stupid cab there, people having to walk, he liked the days were he could fly, which really he could still do. Waiting at a red light he look to is left, he was a dark little resturant, it was open, unlike most of the damn places which were closed, like his company, which was against his will of course. He pulled his car over, and go out, the place didnt have a name, just a open sign, he want in.
The inside was dark, black and red, a little white here and there and the only light that was around was from tiny mini lanterns.
"You would like a table sir?" A man asked,
He nodded,
The man grabbed a menu and showed him to a table, it was next to the window. He sat down and looked out at the window, snow, it had started to snow.
"To drink sir?"
"Sake, your best"
"Very good sir"
The waiter left him, his eyes never leaving the window, soon it would bee night fall and the streets and sky would be lit, of course he was planning on going home, right?
The waiter was back and set the sake and cup down, he was fast.
"Would you like to order"
"No"
He picked his drink up but waited till the waiter left before sipping it. He looked down at the dark table, even thought the table was black he could see his reflection, his now dark hair and eyes, his demon features hidden, to say he was sad about it would not be right, he didnt get sad, he didnt know what word to use for it, he wondered if anyone from the past would even know who he was if they were to see him now.