HELLO HELLO HAPPY SUMMER! (For me, that is 83)
I AM BACK BABY! To regular updates I mean XD BUT ISN'T THAT GOOD NEWS? 8DD
First of all THANK YOU ALL FOR STILL FOLLOWING AND SUPPORTING MY STORY! I LOVE YOU ALL AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU!
Alright let's get down to business (to defeat the huns).
I really should have divided the cultural festival arc to two names but whatever. I'll name the first few chapters before this the preparation arc with this being the fiesta arc ;D
I originally wanted to bring the full chapter to you, but that would be smashing it all together too much in my opinion, so, sad to say, it's just another prologue for the festival arc ;;w;; (BOO)
I KNOW I KNOW I OWE YOU GUYS TOO MUCH. But hey now that I'm free from the chains of school in the dungeon of education, I can post more frequently now! So maybe next chapter will be in a day or two. You never know ;D
This chapter is pretty short compared to what I normally do - but it's a prologue anyway. Also I would like to warn you, I did feel very rusty with my writing while writing this since it's been quite a while. So if it's quality is so much less than the other chapters, please understand TT-TT
OKay enough of that I will answer the reviews of the previous chapter:
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ALRIGHT LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD
By the way, a little note: If you have internet to read this fanfic, then you most probably have the internet to look up the Japanese terms I used in this chapter. If not then well, there's a convenient glossary down below 8D.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ansatsu Kyoushitsu. If I did, well then...this wouldn't exist now, would it?
Chapter 23: What You Are to Me (FIESTA ARC! [PROLOGUE])
There was not a sound.
Aside from the clement drops of rain from the nearby window to the short, pained, sobs of a young girl, there was nothing but an atmosphere of anguish and lamentation within the dim room. The cream-white walls and chocolate brown, carpeted floor appeared to be in dark shades of blue and indigo – matching the color of the cloudy, evening sky that came in from the closed, circular window now marked with droplets of water. In the occasion a train would pass this window by, small patches of light would seep into the room enough to make out the shadow of two figures that knelt upon cushions – one of a girl who just started her middle school years, and the other of a middle-aged man that would be two heads taller than her.
Both had remained kneeling within the spacious yet predominantly empty room for what had felt like an eternity – an eternity of sorrow, torture, and depression – and the girl had spent such a time with her palms upon her face, upper body leaned forward so her chest would touch her thighs, and shoulders jerking up and down as each hiccup and cry hurdled out. The man stationed next to her, on the other hand, had kept still – his posture firm and his expression as hard as stone, with eyes that were void as they kept themselves fixed upon the only other object in the room besides them.
In front of the two in grief situated a low table; atop it were unlit candles positioned on either side of a picture frame of a woman whose features were blocked by the gloss brought by the light of a full moon. The man shut his eyes slowly as he listened to his companion's sobbing – she had not ceased since the day before, when the actual incident happened. Without another word or sound, he rose himself from his seat almost nonchalantly.
"When you're ready, come down to eat dinner." Was all that indifferent, impassive voice had said to her before its owner proceeded to exit the room; almost as if he had not a care in the world.
The girl, who had been left behind on the other hand, had not been swayed as she had not responded nor moved an inch. She had been this way since the time it happened – even the constant calls and messages that came from two of her closest friends were ignored. Because at that time, it didn't matter; nothing did.
Now that she was gone…
But that did not stop the distaste that formed inside of her once the sound of the traditional, Japanese door sliding shut had reached her ears. And with disdain, she thought to herself:
"Stop acting like you're so strong…your pretending is despicable…
But you don't really care much, do you? You never have."
And then she lifted her body – facing the altar of the woman in the frame with a tearful, yet furious expression.
"I hate you so much…dad."
Dark eyes snapped open accompanied with a sharp gasp.
The first things she was greeted with upon waking up were a pile of perfectly stacked books, two ballpoint pens, and sheets of paper on a white, glossy desk. The light surrounding the room she was in was vibrant and yellowish in tone – an indication that it was morning; about 7:00 to be exact. Realizing that she had taken a nap after preparing the bento and costume of her co-resident (as a result of having to wake up early so she wouldn't have trouble reaching the planned meeting time with her clubmates), she fixed her posture and sat back in her seat – rubbing one of her tired eyes gently as a slightly, groggy moan came from her.
"What the heck?" she commented rather sleepily but her urge to scoff at her dream just now was evident in her tone of voice with the slight raise of her eyebrow. Letting out a yawn, she stretched her back by raising her arms and intertwining her fingers "That was ages ago…"
Interrupting her conversation with herself, a knock came from outside the door of her bedroom.
"Inari-nee! I'll be going ahead!" and there came the ever-eager voice of the braided girl that was about to make one of her best memories yet the moment she steps out their front door.
Delighted by the girl's cheer, Inari wasted no time to shout back with the same energy with a smile on her face "Mm! Have fun and good luck!"
With a brief yet ecstatic 'okay!' followed by the sound of the small girl's footsteps padding upon the wooden floor, Manami was out.
Taking a few more moments to smile at the door to relish in how proud she was of her, the red-haired woman's smile never left her face even when she went back to the paperwork on her desk that was about to make a few complications…
"Now, let's finish with you real quick—oh…" just as she was about to deal with a certain matter at hand, a certain number in the Calendar next to her lamp had caught her attention. Blinking twice, her eyelids lowered a bit.
"No wonder…it's today…"
"I ask of you…"
A wicked voice that contained nothing but the purest of devilish evil resonated throughout the petrifying darkness that surrounded the trembling body of a doomed girl. All surroundings pitch black – there wasn't a single shred of any other color had been present to give anyone hope; unless one would count the frightening pair of red eyes that peered into the girl's very spirit as the owner of which closed in on her, but there was no hope in those…
…Only demoralization.
"Child of man…"
The hopeless girl's heart pounded just like the thrumming wings of a caged bird – something she's not far from being. With shivering, anxious knees, she attempted to make a run for it; wide eyes out of shine as they quivered in their panicked state.
Only, as she took each step, it was as if she was not getting any farther – each time her foot hit the ground, her weight had become so much harder to carry. Her limbs felt numb, out of energy, and with their life-force sucked away as she could sense other, dark figures surrounding her; trying to keep her from escaping.
"He-Help me…!" this cry had come out chocked and unfinished; like her voice itself had left her body.
Swish
Swash
At the alarmingly familiar sound, she swiftly shifted her head from side to side where they originated from – two black forms had passed her by, but not enough for her eye to catch as it was only for a fraction of a second. Consequently, this distracted her, and just like the horrible fate of most horror movie protagonists, she tripped with a painful-sounding "Ugh!"
And that's when she realized she was beyond saving as she hesitantly raised her shrunken eyes from the floor to the ominous beasts behind her – to much of her regret.
"Whom was brought about in this world by your tainted ascendants…"
With her elbows on the floor and knees wobbly, she attempted to step away – only to find a man with the most malicious smile that stretched from ear to ear, looming over her with the most murderous glare of glowing red eyes not even demons themselves would be able to handle. In no time at all, others carrying the same ghastly expressions had hovered above their caged bird;
No escape
"Do yOU kNoW…"
The voice had become more sinister – causing the doomed victim to feel the need to turn to the direction from whence it came. At this point, the beating in her chest had become so much slower, but more powerful – almost mimicking the continuous booms of a giant monster's footsteps as it closes in on its feast.
Accepting her fate, the only sound that emanated from her was a muffled squeal as the demonic goddess went closer, and closer,
Until finally,
"…WhaT yOuR sIN iS?"
"YES!"
"Eh?"
Isura Mai took a deep breath and instantly jumped from her spot on the floor to stand up straight in less than a second. Due to this, Karma – whom loomed from behind her – had to step back a tad in reflex with a deadpan expression, knowing what was gonna happen all too well.
Her fists clenched together as her shoulders tensed up – sweat dripping endlessly.
"2 YEARS AGO I BOUGHT GUM FROM A CONVENIENCE STORE AND I HATED IT! I HATED IT SO MUCH THAT I STUCK IT TO A PERFECTLY CLEAN BIKE HANDLE WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING AND RAN AWAY!"
"Wait, senp—"the stomp of her foot had silenced whoever attempted to stop her as she rambled on.
"AND I THINK THAT BIKE'S OWNER FELL INTO A RIVER SOMEWHERE BUT I JUST SAID 'OH THAT CAN BE ANYTHING' AND THEN WALKED HOME ALONE WITHOUT 40 YEN!"
The brunette paused for a brief moment to take a breath before exploding for one last time – comical tears beginning to brim at the side of her eyes "I KNEW IT WAS WRONG BUT I COULDN'T STAND IT!"
With another fast movement of her upper body, pale brown hair had curtained over the girl's face as she apologized ever so nonchalantly "Please forgive me."
With that unfolding, the ill-omened mood had died down like a cardiac monitor that shifted to a flat line in an instant. In that same instant, the room had no longer been dark – as if once the atmosphere had been killed, so did the set-up of the entire thing. Had she not bowed to them, Mai would have seen how the rest of her juniors had mirrored almost the same expression – displaying only half-lidded eyes with one brow raised as they merely sweatdropped at the typical, yet peculiar, behavior of their upperclassman. They were lined up in front of her in a concave which indicated they had circled her into one corner of their set-up.
The only one of them that hadn't shared the same expression was the one standing directly in front of her. All Manami could do was blink down at the older girl in a manner that questioned if she were alright – resultantly adjusting the red contacts she'd been given by Yuzuki earlier (which still felt uncomfortable to her).
"Uhh…Senpai? You didn't need to answer that." Sugino commented, his countenance not feigning – this was supposed to be their last rehearsal, after all.
"Not to mention that's horrible." Rio, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes at the one who confessed the crime – holding a pair of somewhat suspicious, blue eyes with her hands positioned on her waist.
"Oi!" the call had captured the attention of all members in the room.
"It's about time you guys got to your stations! We're opening house in 10 minutes!" Seven pairs of eyes darted to the direction of the school gym's door to find their chemistry teacher's head peaking over from the other side – appearing to be in quite the struggle what with the tight shut of her eyes behind her rectangular frames. She must've been too lazy to leave her chair from outside and stretched her body to the door.
After a unanimous "Yes!" and other signs of confirmation, the group proceeded with their final preparations – they didn't leave the opening for the cultural fest early for nothing. Each one of them had to get ready with their costumes, props, other necessary tools and, of course, make-up (the girls had consumed about an hour and a half with just Manami; courtesy of Fuwa Yuzuki).
Before that, however, Sugino turned a heel to face Mai who had by now stood up properly "Hey, senpai,"
"Yes?" by then, Mai was already about to head out the door to join her teacher – only turning her head over her shoulder to make to blink back at the boy.
"Is manning our registration booth really okay with you? You surely have more things to attend to, don't you? Especially with—"
"No worries~" She reassured him with a thumb up and a radiant grin that went well with her wink "I asked some friends to help me out so I can see your performances to the end! I want to see the results of your efforts with my own two eyes." At that last sentence, droopy yet bright, blue eyes displayed honest eagerness and held great expectations behind them.
Smiles graced the features of the members of the room – they didn't need to say out loud how much they appreciated this senior of theirs for having so much hope in them. It felt genuinely gratifying to have someone like that; especially since they had lived their lives under discrimination and given titles that were not at all friendly back in their middle school days.
"Well then, let's begin our assassination plan." Karma put on his trademark grin in reply, also signaling everyone to prepare their mindsets – earning him some smirks from the rest of the former 3-E. Though Manami, instead of doing such, smiled affectionately from a little distance beside him – sincerely happy for the redhead for she had seen how much he had been enjoying himself lately. It was as if with this, he felt like he was living in the good old days – and she had to know that much by now.
"Mm!" The brunette enthusiastically agreed and headed out the heavy door with a slightly loud bang; she didn't know why they always called the cultural festival their assassination plan but whatever makes them happy she'll just go with.
Yuzuki then chose that time to bring out her walkie-talkie and contacted their eagles from above "Chiba-kun! How are things on your end?" she exclaimed energetically – this would have reached the sniper's ears clearly without the gadget in her hand for he and Rinka were merely stationed at the top-most part of the wall of the vast Kimii Gym.
"We're set." He answered back with his own walkie-talkie in his regular, professional business voice – only, there was a hint of excitement laced in it.
He and his partner had settled on the relatively large ledge of one of the windows closest to the ceiling; camouflaging themselves behind the dark curtains they put up all around the room with their all-black outfits. The air guns they had worked on were sashed over their shoulders like they were taught back in Karasuma's class. They were also provided with belts that were constructed with gears connected to some wires– these would also allow them to freely travel around the large venue in somewhat similar fashion seen in an anime with giants (credits to Lovro and the ministry of defense).
"There are more people than I expected…" Chiba caught Rinka eyeing the people that were beginning to line up outside under the blue sky of fall – it wasn't as many as they'd hoped, but it was still a lot. She didn't show it, and she rarely ever did, but he could tell that she was troubled by something even with that stoic face of hers.
The dark-haired boy knew this far too well, as he was one to share this particular anxiety with her oftentimes – the anxiety of messing up after expending so much time and effort for such a big plan.
"It'll be fine." with the slight curve up of his lips, Chiba reassured her – and no other words needed to be exchanged for her to return the smile at him.
However, Rinka answered back "That's not really the only thing I'm worried about." and shifted her emerald stare to the lot beneath them.
Down below, the other combat club members had on getups of their respective demonic spirits that befitted the theme of the horror labyrinth as the entirety of it had been based off classic Japanese horror folklore and legends. There was evidence of meticulousness upon their attire due to the impressive detail placed into the design and choice of cloth – the Okimuras must really be the type to leave no customer uncharmed, especially since they played a diverse set of supernatural beings.
But, all else aside, it was the main attraction's attire that had been the most well-made.
"Do you need help with the glow-in-the-dark contacts?" Yuzuki asked thoughtfully (those contacts were expensive).
"They're a little uncomfortable, but I can manage." The girl assured her friend whilst blinking to make it more convincing.
Pink eyes were studying the smaller girl in front of her with ease, proud of the work she had performed on Manami – you almost wouldn't be able to recognize the same, innocent bunny she was what with the make-up that made her appear more intimidating now. Rio, whom stood next to her, had been in charge of her hair – which had simply been ironed straight so it may flow down her shoulders and back elegantly. Besides, the golden headpiece she had on was eye-catching enough.
Satisfied with their work, the two girls went ahead to support her "You remember everything we told you, right?"
"Yes." Manami answered firmly, but with a determined smile that showed how ready she was.
"But don't stress over it too much, okay? Let's have some fun!"
"Mm!"
And with a high five shared with the three, the blond proclaimed "We're good to go!"
Sugino took that as his cue to do his job and turn on the radio hidden behind one of the curtains that would play all the sound effects and music they would need. Slowly, the ominous sounds seeped into the huge room, filling everyone's ears with a sound that bounced off of each corner unevenly – similar to microphone feedback, only it was a much more pleasant sound; one that would create chills move across one's spine.
Just as the baseball boy was about to carry out his next task, he took notice of his red-haired friend tinkering with something near one of the walls of their labyrinth. If he recalled correctly, that was where one of the traps had been set…
Curiosity and wariness washing over him, Sugino stopped for a moment and raised an eyebrow towards him "Karma, what are you doing?"
"Just something to add a little more fun…" he didn't need to turn his back to face him for the spiky-haired boy to tell there was a mischievous smirk stretched on his face as he worked with hands – he also didn't need to guess if there were a dark aura around him right now since it would be strange if there weren't.
Eventually, he thought it best not to respond nor further argue with him– it was futile anyway (no matter how wary he was). With a sigh, he patted the other boy's shoulder and continued walking "I'll leave you to it, then."
Observing that he would pass by Manami, he put on a smile and decided to raise her spirits for today as well just as soon as the two other girls ran for their positions in the large maze they made. "Okuda!" he raised his hand for her to catch in a high-five – which, to his satisfaction, she obliged to as he told her "Good luck!" before he hurried to kill the lights of the room.
As soon as Karma was finished with whatever he did, he tucked his hands in the pockets of his costume and approached the raven-haired girl right after Sugino had wished her good luck. Soon enough, she sensed his presence getting closer to her and turned her head to his direction – giving him a beam. He returned this while he beheld her new look for today. In all honesty, he did find what she was wearing quite daunting, yet strangely suitable to her; given the fact that he admits the kimono is beautiful (not out loud though), he had no complaints. Kudos to the Okimuras for a job well done.
"This is rare; you having no braids and glasses and all." He commented on her getup just as he stopped in his tracks beside her.
Manami's smile didn't waver as she picked up a few strands of her hair to look at – still feeling a little strange since she wasn't used to it "Yup. Rio-chan said I'd look better without them."
"Heehh…" Karma leaned down and studied the girl's face and hair. Had he not done so, he wouldn't have noticed the fake eyelashes and extra shine in her eyes given by the contacts. The lack of spectacles had disturbed him, but not as much as the absence of the hairties did.
In the midst of him doing this however, the girl had begun to feel uncomfortable under his intent stare and stepped back a little – some heat rising to her cheeks. But just before she could say anything, he straightened up and closed his eyes; putting on a relaxed smile "Oh well. Just for a day anyway."
"What is?"
"Oi! Hurry up and get moving!" another shout from his chemistry teacher caught her attention – having her flinch a tad and feel the sense of urgency beginning to bloom in her stomach.
"We should get going…" she uttered quietly with her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"Hey." The slight change in his tone of voice grabbed the attention of the chemistry-lover. In her turn to meet his mercury eyes, she had been greeted by the sight of his fist instead – behind it, a smile of encouragement had graced his features. His eyes held optimism and absolute faith in what they were looking at.
"Good luck." He said this sincerely; expression not waning.
For moments, Manami could only gaze up at him. This was the same look he'd given her last night by the train, and yet she still could not bring herself to tear away from it. The earlier urgency blooming in her stomach had formed into a warm, fuzzy sensation that transferred to her chest. Not wishing to leave him unanswered, her expression softened quite affectionately as she lifted her own fist and brought it in contact with his.
"Mhm. You too."
I still don't fully understand what I'm going to do with these feelings of mine…
"I'll be going then." He bid her farewell with that and headed off to his designated area – and the only thing she could do was wave at his retreating back until it disappeared behind the black curtain.
But I do know one thing…
She raised the skirt of her long, midnight-dark, layered kimono as she walked up the small steps to her stage which was at the center of the entire gym. Her Geta created clicks and clacks on the wooden stairs as she settled down in her station.
If I act on them…
Red eyes covering purple ogled at the hard work and passion of her friends in the form of a cultural festival set-up. The walls were covered in large black cloths and she could see the walls of the maze clearly from her end – but she knew there were more things hidden in every nook and cranny. She'll have to truly give it her best to compensate for all they'd done.
I'll surely change things for all of us…
It seemed Sugino had at last found the light switch for soon enough, any source of light had begun to dim – fading at the same speed Manami decided to rest her eyes closed; bracing herself for what's to come.
And I…
And the room was black.
…don't want that
"Alright, I don't want to bow down before headmaster-sama again so let's do it!" The orange-haired teacher shouted out with a fist in the air. Her energy was evident from her facial expression as she slammed the registration table.
"N!" Mai, whom sat beside her, cheered with the same level of energy and chomped down the last of her stick of Dango which she bought from another stall before going there. With a mouth full of sweet balls of rice, she exclaimed with eyes shut tight "Leght dhe Kibii Annul School Fieshta commensh!"
Only one person cheered from that with a "Yeah!" followed by a small yet short silence.
Mikagura Midori's eyebrows scrunched together with the narrow of her eyes "Tch. Tough crowd." Settling back in her seat, she sighed and reached for the sign to flip open while her co-worker opened the empty box that would soon be filled with cash. "Then, I'll start the countdown. 10…"
9…
Rio just finished wrapping around the doll that she would hold with white baby cloth – making sure to cover its face. She examined herself once more; even in the dark, it wasn't very hard to see her white, rundown kimono smeared with fake blood especially at the bottom portion. How they chose her to be the Ubume is still a little bit of a mystery, but she didn't have a problem with it and put on her long, black wig. Even though most were aware that she originally had black hair, she refused to lose the golden locks she had held onto for so long; not to mention, her hair would be ruined if she decided to dye it again.
She then put her white hood over her head – and with a smile, she prepared her bloodlust.
8…
Sugino hid in his corner of the room with his multitude of fake weapons. He took one last look at his Katana before sheathing it back in its scabbard rested in the belt of his Nameless Samurai costume. There was a fair amount of blood spread throughout his attire, but it was most prominent in his chest. And, to mimic a true samurai, he crossed his arms; covering them with the long, large, dark blue sleeves as he closed his eyes in wait.
Slowly, he could feel his lust for blood coming back.
7…
Yuzuki performed the traditional superstition of drawing the '人' symbol on her palm and feeding it to herself. Heaving a breath, she started to feel less nervous as she stared at the large doors of the gym that were just right in front of her – the only source of light had come from its edges. She made some final checks on her hair; though short, it was styled to look like a bun with the help of her headpiece and chopsticks – just so she could look more like the Hone Onna even with the matching, maroon Kimono which reached the floor.
With the flex of her left hand, she folded open her ōgi and held a red, peony lantern in the other. Her pink eyes were then narrowed – and thanks to the growing bloodlust, they seemed to glare eerily under the dark.
6…
Rinka stroked the air gun in his arms with a cloth one last time – as if the shinier it got, the deadlier it got. Her back was leaned against the side of the ledge with one knee supporting her elbow holding her gun as the other leg stretched towards her partner, whom mirrored her same posture.
It was dark where they were, but if anyone were there to see how the two of them looked, they'd surely run all the way back to their mother's womb. The sniper duo was already intimidating as they were, but with their bodies against the light of the window, both of their eyes appeared to be glowing with murderous intent in the surrounding darkness.
They were more than ready to assassinate.
5…
Karma didn't know if they wanted to tease him or not, but he had been assigned to Aka Manto (Red Cloak), and thus gave him a simple red cloak to put on over his all black, long-sleeved outfit. But he didn't mind – there was no need for him to have anything else.
That's because even without anything on to make him look scary, Akabane Karma could be scary if he wanted to.
And he so badly wanted to today.
He put on the most devilish smile he could manage as soon as he felt his bloodlust overflow like a cup of wine – and it would have been enough to kill anyone on sight.
Kill, huh?
And for the first time in a very long time, his wicked snicker felt genuine.
4…
Manami took a good look at the large design that took up the wall behind her and smiled at it.
She double-checked the number of chemicals she had hidden under her sleeve (pun intended), and soon remembered something:
"It's poison! Please drink it!"
She would be inviting those that went in to do the same. It felt odd to her – really, it did – but she felt herself smirk. Deep, hungry bloodthirstiness which she thought she had lost forever had started to enter her system. For some reason, she could feel the same emanating from the rest of her friends from 3-E no matter how far they were. The room was beginning to ooze with this murderous intent – enough to get rid of the breathable air within the school gym with the toxic that was bloodlust.
And no one had any problem with that.
Manami too, had chosen to close her eyes.
…3…2…1…
TARGET, ON!
AND THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS! And if you're wondering what Karma did to his trap well…let's just say it goes 'Pwi!' ;D
Hope this didn't disappoint and I'll try to update as soon as I can! In all honesty I was almost done but got distracted by Zootopia. Who would've thought I'd start shipping a fox and a bunny.
And I am getting off-topic
Alright! So here's the glossary as promised:
Geta: Japanese shoes
ōgi: Japanese Fan
Cultural Festival Roles:
Rio: Ubume - These are spirits that have either died giving birth or died with their baby while giving birth. If it's the former, then the Ubume would search for her child and wander about. If it's the latter though, the Ubume usually shouts in the dark in forests with a baby in hand and asks a passerby to hold her child for just a moment and disappears when her victim takes the swaddled baby. The baby then becomes increasingly heavy until it is impossible to hold. It is then revealed not to be a human child at all, but a boulder with a certain face that crushes the victim eventually.
Sugino: Restless Samurai Spirit – [I actually made this one up since there are many] he committed seppuku (samurai's honorable suicide) and cannot rest in peace until justice and honor is served
Yuzuki: Hone-Onna - Hone-Onna usually lures her victims (men most especially) into their impending doom with the illusion that she is a beautiful yet skinny woman. In reality, she's a skeleton that will kill by extracting their lifeforce or by grabbing their hands and holding them until the victim becomes a skeleton himself.
Karma: Aka Manto (Red cloak) – he is the one in rumored to be in the bathroom in Japan who would ask you whether you would choose either a red paper or a blue paper. If you chose red, you will be sliced apart until your clothes are stained red. If you chose blue, he would strangle you until your face turns blue. Any attempt to outsmart him will just make him immediately drag you to the netherworld.
Manami: Izanami – If you have had your fair share of anime you should know who she is but I'll still tell you XD. Izanami is the goddess of the underworld and is usually very lonely and in need of a playmate. (Also suits her as a part of her name [-nami])
Now, you tell me how you think I came up with such roles for them ;D
SOURCES: Wikipedia, w w w. xo jane fun/s c ariest - jap ane se- ghosts
Alright then this is taking up too much time now
BYE BYE FOR NOW!
With love,
~TheFlowerWeSawThatDay