Author's Note:
This story is an alternate universe. The characters aside from the Kamisama Kiss are entirely fictional. Also, I changed the chapter 2 of this story.
CHAPTER TWO
Kirihito watched as the expression on her face went from hopeful to disappointed. Such human emotions coming from a wandering spirit. There's still an aura of purity around her, an untainted soul, a spirit still stuck between life and death. She's probably like the boy whose body he now possesses and whose stupid conviction made him cling to the living world longer than necessary.
"I'm sorry for bothering you." She said with a forlorn smile, her eyes misting much to his distaste. He hated such blatant show of weakness. Humans are such weak beings.
"It's really rude of me to ask for help from someone who don't even know me." She stood up and smiled at him. "I guess I have to look for some other way." And with that, she walked past him.
That stupid smile.
.. I've come to rescue you..
"What are you going to do next?" Kirihito's eyes widened for a fraction. Why did he said that?
"Huh?" She glanced back at him. Thinking for a moment what to say, she shrugged helplessly and then said, "ah, well.. I don't know. I'm sure I'll come up with something."
For a second there the land god's face flashed in his mind. That carefree expression and naivete..
Kirihito scowled, irritated at the stirring feeling in his chest. "If you're going to keep wandering in this place, you should stay away from the dark."
"Eh, why?"
"Why?" He smiled darkly at her. "Your scent is like a fresh meat to dark spirits. Once they devoured you... you will never be able to go to the after life."
Kyouko kicked at the dirt as she passed by a small store. "Your soul will never go to the after life," she said, mimicking the man. "Why do he even know such things? Is he an exorcist or a monk or what?"
Geez, suddenly saying something like that when she doesn't even know where to go.
She paused in her tracks, noting the familiar park ahead of her. It was where her mother brought her when she was still small. The park was still quite the same even though it's been years since the last time she went there with her mother.
She sat on a small stone bench, looking around the familiar park with such longing.
"Look, mommy, a butterfly!" The memory of her running after a white butterfly. It was when she scraped her knee after tripping on a rock, her mother rushing quickly after her, rocking her and brushing her hair until she stopped crying.
"Mommy.. mommy.."
"Huh?" She looked around. What's that sound?
"Mommy.."
There it was again. The sound of someone sobbing.
Kyouko looked around and spotted a small girl sitting on the ground a few meters away from her, her small back facing her.
"Hey, are you alright?" She approached the child and hunched down with her hands on her knees. "Are you lost?" The child bobbed her head in a small nod.
"Do you know where you last saw your mother?" Kyouko said, and the child pointed to a path leading to a patch of bushes and trees. "Alright, here take my hand. We'll look for your mother."
As she extended her hand, a chill ran down her spine. Wait, a minute.. she looked down at the child with its face hidden under a thick dark locks. The child can see her, she can hear her.
"Mommy.. I want my mommy." The child said and another chill ran down from her head to toe.
How come the child can see her when she had tried everything to make people sense her much less speak to her?
Was there a child in this place in the beginning?
She didn't see anyone walk pass the street and she was sitting where she has a full view of the park.
You should stay away from the dark..
The street light flickered ever so slightly. She hadn't noticed it was already evening. The park was isolated except her and…
"He.. he.. he.. No.." the child straightened from her hunched pose and faced her. "What I want is .. You!"
"Ah!" She gasped, she was knocked to the ground by a strong wind. She looked in front of her, the child was no longer there.
Your scent is like a fresh meat to dark spirits..
A hand grabbed her hair from behind and pulled with such force that her toes nearly lifted from the ground. "Hmm.. such a lovely smell."
Kyouko grabbed the hand holding her hair and felt such sharp claws. These hands.. No.. please.. Don't!
"Kuku, I'll replenish the power that I lost after I ate you. I can finally take revenge on that bastard."
I'll be eaten..
Once they devoured you... you will never be able to go to the after life.
No.. I still have things to do. I have to -
"No! Let me go!" She kicked at the demon.
"Kuku, fighting will do you no good, little girl."
Please, someone save me! "No! No! Let go!"
She closed her eyes. Someone, help!
The hand that was holding her hair let go and she stumbled to her knees. When she opened her eyes, the demon holding her captive was engulfed in black fire.
"Ahhrgh! You bastard!"
"What a bother."
And like that— emerging from the darkness was none other than the man she met a while ago. But this time he looked truly like a dark angel. A beautiful and fallen one.
