The girl's eyes flickered open as the sun began to penetrate the room in which she slept. Her consciousness was wavering until she forced herself to sit up in the bed. She observed her surroundings, a bedroom of a typical Japanese teenage girl. " What the…" These familiar sights raised a sudden fear in the girl. ((Something bad happened last night, I know it.))
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The TAC was experiencing their usual day. An aragami to fight, a Kushinada to protect, and a country to serve. Their star member, also the Kushinada, paced up and down the gravel driveway.
"Momijji, what's wrong? You're acting like you've never seen an Aragami before" yelled a gun toting Kome.
"That's the thing, I just realized that I've gotten used to this lifestyle. A monster to fight everyday has become 'typical'." Replied Momijji.
It was true, practically every day there was another monster. Everyday Kusanagi would come and save her somehow, and just bounce away. Today there was nothing challenging about this Aragami. It was made of some sort of shrubbery, and it's mitama was clearly visible. Though there was always a possibility of getting hurt, Momijji wasn't scaired. This Aragami posted not threat, or hidden agenda. The only strange thing about it was a gawking old man who followed it in awe.
Within an hour the TAC shot the beast, and Kusangi showed up to seal the deal. With what seemed like an effortless move, he sliced the glowing mitama into tiny pieces. He jumped to an indifferent Momijji, and said something rude and lewd only as he could. Despite her obvious love for the man, Momijji ignored it and continued to sulk in her own self-pity. Before she got the chance to reply to Kusangi's comment he leapt off into the trees. Though in actuality he stayed very close.
(( I know I have a destiny, but for just one day I wish I knew what it was like to be someone else. Like Kusanagi….. Yes, my life would be easier as him, bouncing from place to place showing up whenever I feel like it. Well, I at least wish I knew what he was thinking. Am I just a duty for him? Have I made him feel as trapped in his life as I do in mine? I WISH I could know…..))
A shadowy figure neared Momijji's position in the gravel road. He was barely walking, more like scraping himself down the path. Momijji's hand reached back to the holster to find the gun she had rarely used. But she eased her tense arm when she saw that it was just a disoriented old man..
"Kushinadaaa, I know what you want.." choked the old man
"Umm, Sir . I…"
"You want to understand why you are the one. I can show you, my child."
From the branch he perched on Kusanagi felt the anger well up in the veins in his neck. He was going to smack some sense into the old pervert for trying to touch Momiji. The more he tried to force himself down from the tree, the more his body froze. His mitamas for some reason held him back. He saw the old man lean in to Momijji's face.
She could no longer refuse the old man. Something familiar was in his voice, and she could not tell what was in his eyes because of the thick lenses of his glasses. She knew that call, that feeling and she submitted to the man. His taut old lips touched Momijji's young and supple lips.
Kusanagi couldn't do anything to stop their embrace. He looked in shock as Momijji actually kissed him!!! ((What an idiot! How could she let herself…)) The atrophy in his muscles released and he raced to attack the man. When he got within a foot from the man, he vanished into thin air. As did the world around him.
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As Kusanagi awoke he realized he was in Momijji's room. (( Ohh no I hope I didn't.. I would have only brought trouble into her life)) Why was he in Momijji's room? He began to investigate the room. It seemed normal, except Momijji wasn't there.
"Momijji, where are you?" he said in an unusually high voice.
There was no response to his question. He turned to look in her closet when he saw a trail of chesnut hair in the corner of his eye. He wiped around , hoping to grasp Momijji, and found only more hair waving at his every turn. Deciding he needed to sit, and collect himself before she came in and saw him losing his mind, Kusanagi sat down on the end of Momijji's bed. He looked at the television program, and saw a worried Momijji in the reflection towards him. (( No way… maybe I was drinking last night or something…)) But the image he saw when he looked in the mirror was not joking him. He had taken Momijji's body!!!
"Oh no. If I am her, how can I protect her from the aragami?"
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That's it for the moment. I'll be back really soon to add the next chapter. Do you like it so far? Let me know.
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The TAC was experiencing their usual day. An aragami to fight, a Kushinada to protect, and a country to serve. Their star member, also the Kushinada, paced up and down the gravel driveway.
"Momijji, what's wrong? You're acting like you've never seen an Aragami before" yelled a gun toting Kome.
"That's the thing, I just realized that I've gotten used to this lifestyle. A monster to fight everyday has become 'typical'." Replied Momijji.
It was true, practically every day there was another monster. Everyday Kusanagi would come and save her somehow, and just bounce away. Today there was nothing challenging about this Aragami. It was made of some sort of shrubbery, and it's mitama was clearly visible. Though there was always a possibility of getting hurt, Momijji wasn't scaired. This Aragami posted not threat, or hidden agenda. The only strange thing about it was a gawking old man who followed it in awe.
Within an hour the TAC shot the beast, and Kusangi showed up to seal the deal. With what seemed like an effortless move, he sliced the glowing mitama into tiny pieces. He jumped to an indifferent Momijji, and said something rude and lewd only as he could. Despite her obvious love for the man, Momijji ignored it and continued to sulk in her own self-pity. Before she got the chance to reply to Kusangi's comment he leapt off into the trees. Though in actuality he stayed very close.
(( I know I have a destiny, but for just one day I wish I knew what it was like to be someone else. Like Kusanagi….. Yes, my life would be easier as him, bouncing from place to place showing up whenever I feel like it. Well, I at least wish I knew what he was thinking. Am I just a duty for him? Have I made him feel as trapped in his life as I do in mine? I WISH I could know…..))
A shadowy figure neared Momijji's position in the gravel road. He was barely walking, more like scraping himself down the path. Momijji's hand reached back to the holster to find the gun she had rarely used. But she eased her tense arm when she saw that it was just a disoriented old man..
"Kushinadaaa, I know what you want.." choked the old man
"Umm, Sir . I…"
"You want to understand why you are the one. I can show you, my child."
From the branch he perched on Kusanagi felt the anger well up in the veins in his neck. He was going to smack some sense into the old pervert for trying to touch Momiji. The more he tried to force himself down from the tree, the more his body froze. His mitamas for some reason held him back. He saw the old man lean in to Momijji's face.
She could no longer refuse the old man. Something familiar was in his voice, and she could not tell what was in his eyes because of the thick lenses of his glasses. She knew that call, that feeling and she submitted to the man. His taut old lips touched Momijji's young and supple lips.
Kusanagi couldn't do anything to stop their embrace. He looked in shock as Momijji actually kissed him!!! ((What an idiot! How could she let herself…)) The atrophy in his muscles released and he raced to attack the man. When he got within a foot from the man, he vanished into thin air. As did the world around him.
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As Kusanagi awoke he realized he was in Momijji's room. (( Ohh no I hope I didn't.. I would have only brought trouble into her life)) Why was he in Momijji's room? He began to investigate the room. It seemed normal, except Momijji wasn't there.
"Momijji, where are you?" he said in an unusually high voice.
There was no response to his question. He turned to look in her closet when he saw a trail of chesnut hair in the corner of his eye. He wiped around , hoping to grasp Momijji, and found only more hair waving at his every turn. Deciding he needed to sit, and collect himself before she came in and saw him losing his mind, Kusanagi sat down on the end of Momijji's bed. He looked at the television program, and saw a worried Momijji in the reflection towards him. (( No way… maybe I was drinking last night or something…)) But the image he saw when he looked in the mirror was not joking him. He had taken Momijji's body!!!
"Oh no. If I am her, how can I protect her from the aragami?"
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That's it for the moment. I'll be back really soon to add the next chapter. Do you like it so far? Let me know.