He's a monster.
Monster
Banana Rum: Kalliel
Kill him, onee-sama. He's just another youkai.
What are you doing? Is he somehow different? All I see is the obvious hate of you in his amber eyes.
Is there something hidden so deep within his being that only you can perceive? You once told me that one can visualize someone's 'naohi' in the way they act. For this one, all I see is a monster.
Once when I was collecting blossoms from the aijisai at the side of the village furthest from the torii, I saw him.
Sleeping belly down in the high grass, there was something strangely human about him. I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest in rapture.
I crept closer ignoring the steady trickle of sweat that dripped from the nape of my neck and down the length of my back. He looked almost like an angel lying dormant in a ring of golden summer clouds.
A butterfly landed on the tip of one of his velvety ears, twitching just enough to rouse his spirit. He eyed the miniscule insect with iridescent wings of rainbow, and yawned lazily.
My heart skipped a beat, ashamed. Could I have been wrong? Is he as you said, onee-sama?
Nearby, a small kitsune was gnawing on the hard, bitter skin of an unripe berry in the soft windmill pattern of the waning sun.
A flash of crimson, bringing a pleasant breeze toward my sweltering hiding spot, rushes past me.
The next thing I know, more crimson is affixed in my trembling gaze. The blood spilt on sticky weeds sickens me, as does the front half of kitsune at the centre of the pool.
That monster you call a 'hanyou' stalks toward me now, fangs stripping the kitsune's other half in tangible pieces. Leering, taunting, that creature squats there in front of me. I'm paralyzed by fear, so all I can do is watch him feed.
Slowly, the agonizing minutes creep by. I know the taste of bile well now; so many times I've repressed my urge to retch. The smell stings my eyes until they pour over with tears while I still scarcely dare to breathe.
That night in my thin futon, I can't sleep for fear of what he might do to you. To me. Next time, those sinewy entrails might belong to something I cherish.
And yet you neglect to heed my pleas. How are you so drawn to a foul ghlim that could never love you as a human man would?
My dreams are again nightmares of him. Kissing you, killing you.
Every day you drift further from reality, onee-sama, caught up in this fantasy that he loves you. I sit here and wonder, how is that remotely possible?
And yet you persist. The villagers notice as well, but only smile their fears and suspicions away when you draw near.
When he rips through your flesh, shedding yet more split blood on the same ground the kitsune was slain on, you still are a slave to your silly affections.
And you still don't kill him. Only another youkai and you can't even manage to avenge your murder. How can you still be too blind to perceive that such desires even the Shikon no Tama cannot fulfil?
He is and always will be a youkai.
A monster.
-fin
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