Omake 2: Why the world needs Tamahome and why demonic fanfic writers should avoid impulsiveness and spite (especially regarding old librarians).
A sword was brandished above Akiko.
Not being fast enough to dodge, the girl scrunched her eyes shut and wrapped her shaking arms over her head, in a useless shield.
And the sword came down with sickening cracks and squishes.
The slave traders cackled and snatched the grieving Miaka and Yui, fleeing at lightning speed.
"CUUUT!" Hallee, the (self-entitled) demonic author, shrieked, springing up from her chair. Her body burnt in fury, clenched fists and flaring nostrils.
"What..." she began quietly, rotating slowly towards her crew, "... is wrong with this scenario?"
When no one replied, Hallee took menacing steps forward. "Let me tell you: my OC is a pile of bleeding goo and broken bones, and Watase-sama's girls were kidnapped. Where the bloody hell IS TAMAHOME?"
The interns quaked in fear, cowering away from Hallee's wrath. Even the rest of the (accustomed) staff had inched far away. She paced back and forth, spewing 'lazy bastard', 'greedy cockroach' and a long string of unflattering names.
A trembling young woman stepped up, yet kept safe distance from the demon-boss. "W-we... I-I..."
"Well...?" Hallee prompted, crossing her arms.
"He, uh... hesonvacationwithmrswu," she blurted in a whimper, scurrying back to the clustered twack of petrified ducklings. She inhaled quick, sharp breaths before continuing. "He said that if Mrs. Wu gets to take a break, so does he. I quote 'Why am I always the salvation tribute? Not today. Hotohori can get his arse off his golden throne and volunteer'."
"Pray tell, why was I not informed of this sooner?" Was Hallee's deceptively soft response.
The young woman paled an almost blueish tone. "I tried," she squeaked. "B-but... y-you were fawning over Nuriko..."
An eerie silence ensued, all anger flushing out of Hallee. 'Oh...' she went stone-still.
"TAIITSUKUUUUUN."