Memory
"Help me! Please, somebody, help me!"
The cries came from a girl sitting on the floor, backing away from the ningen warrior who advanced on her.
"You've been stripped of your powers, Tsukiko. Your father's doing, I suspect, for associatin' with that damn kitsune. He's right, you know: Youko Kurama was nothin' but trouble." He pulled out an ofuda scroll and waved it back and forth, teasing her with it.
She recognized the charm on that ofuda. It was a charm meant to burn the skin right off of Tsukiko youkai.
She was a Tsukiko youkai.
"You see this?" the warrior asked rhetorically.
Transfixed by the ofuda, she didn't answer. He smiled cruelly.
"This ofuda scroll is supposed to burn the skin right off a Tsukiko youkai," he said, coming closer. "I take it you are one."
The girl backed up against the cold stone wall. "No," she whispered. "Please..."
He let the piece of paper touch her right wrist.
She screamed.
"Help me! Please, somebody, help me!"
The cries came from a girl sitting on the floor, backing away from the ningen warrior who advanced on her.
"You've been stripped of your powers, Tsukiko. Your father's doing, I suspect, for associatin' with that damn kitsune. He's right, you know: Youko Kurama was nothin' but trouble." He pulled out an ofuda scroll and waved it back and forth, teasing her with it.
She recognized the charm on that ofuda. It was a charm meant to burn the skin right off of Tsukiko youkai.
She was a Tsukiko youkai.
"You see this?" the warrior asked rhetorically.
Transfixed by the ofuda, she didn't answer. He smiled cruelly.
"This ofuda scroll is supposed to burn the skin right off a Tsukiko youkai," he said, coming closer. "I take it you are one."
The girl backed up against the cold stone wall. "No," she whispered. "Please..."
He let the piece of paper touch her right wrist.
She screamed.