Chapter Eight
Kito
Kito punched another tree, feeling one of his knuckles bruise; splinters of bark flew in every direction. He was fuming from the fact that his shyness toward Mikomi hadn't been feigned. He punched another tree. Why couldn't he look her in the eye?
"Son, what ails you?" came the voice of his mother. The little white demon stepped put from behind a tree. Her mirror reflected the dying sun light and her expression showed no concern. "Didn't you see that the Jewel is in reach?"
"Mother, it's nothing," he growled. "Just a slight set back on my part."
"Yes, I saw," the girl held up the mirror in her hands and the reflection changed to his earlier conversation with Mikomi. "You shouldn't play with your food, Kito."
He smiled. She still thought he was acting. "Aw, don't worry. We will avenge Father, but I know he liked games too."
"And looked what happened. If he had just killed them properly the first time, we would not have to avenge anything."
"I have made up my mind, Mother. I'm going to play my game. The half breed is pretty, and I would hate for her to die ignorant of what she's missing. Hell wouldn't be torture then," he laughed. If was a little tense, but he was sure of it now. If he didn't get close to Mikomi, he would go insane. His mother certainly wasn't going to get in his way.
The white demon nodded and left him. Kito looked up to the sky as stars began to light. Why do I want her so badly? She's just another girl, nothing special. Even as he thought the words, he pictured her smiling at him. She held out her arms and said his name. "Akida," she whispered longingly.
He turned and punched the tree again and scowled as it fell. She didn't even know his real name. Why did that hurt him so badly? Maybe I was wrong. This is my Hell. He didn't understand any of it. Kito unleashed his claws, which he got from eating a cat demon not to long ago, and chopped down tree after tree. It wasn't doing a thing for his anger.
Mikomi Inu Higurashi. What was she to him?
