Whoo, back again! Higurashi Month 2019, because it has become one of my lowkey life goals to keep perpetuating this until it becomes a proper tradition for all three-and-a-half people in this graveyard of a fandom. And then keep doing it anyways, because tradition. If you wish to check out the prompt list, its on my tumblr page under the same username.

June 15th, 2019

Hanyuu wonders sometimes, if her friends, her charges, her family, weren't human, what types of creatures they would be. She has met many, in her centuries as a goddess, some near, some far, some of her own stamp, and others from exotic lands. It's something she thinks on sometimes, when there is nothing else to think on it do.

Satoko, of course, instantly springs to mind as a playful yōkai, a wandering spirit that is attracted to mischief as a bee is attracted to honey. She can easily imagine the young blonde bedeviling the path of some poor, arrogant traveler, until he wept for a better chance to do kindness, and strewing sunshine and good luck over the path of some kindly, well-deserving soul.

Satoshi, on the other hand, is more difficult. He is more gentle, more sensitive, and yes, more clumsy and airheaded. But his vague demeanor hides a heart of gold and a soul of utter fiery courage, who will stop at nothing to protect and cast its shield over his loved ones. Hanyuu thinks on him as an amiable lycanthrope, a shapeshifter who changes into the howling form of a powerful beast whenever danger threatens or the full moon kisses his back.

Rena is pathetically easy. Her nurturing spirit, her curiosity, her benevolence and volcanic, diamond-hard fury that, when roused, could destroy men and nations as easy as the snap of her fingers…Hanyuu has but to close her eyes before she sees a delicate, well-shaped form of glittering fins and a long, elegant tail, bright blue eyes shimmering with curiosity and auburn hair floating loose around her face, Rena cutting through the ocean's deeps with the ease and grace of a shuttle weaving through the strands of a loom, slender white hands splayed and grasping to take all her treasure's back to the mermaid's hoard. Her last name does relate to the dragon king of the underwater halls, after all, so it is not even too much of a stretch.

Mion and Shion are more difficult. Many of the other ones love twins, value them, and would fain have snatched them in the cradle had this been in the old times and on another continent.

Mion, she thinks, is perhaps a dragon, not the destructive beast of the west, but the fierce, protective governor of rain, the one with the pearl of wisdom beneath her jaw and the five claws of royalty wrapped protectively around her friends, endless as the sun and as powerful as the winds.

Shion cannot be anything but a kitsune –it is simply not possible. Her cleverness, her guile, her mischievous nature that melds and mixes harmoniously with Satoko's (often to Keiichi's untold woe), it is unthinkable to label her as anything else. Her love for Satoshi, too, is well within the bounds of her foxlike spirit, and Hanyuu means to somehow contrive to have inarizushi served at their wedding feast, to complete her own private joke.

Keiichi, too, is difficult to place. Were he not male, he would be easy to recreate as a siren, with his nigh-magical silver tongue, as sorcerers who usually also have such charisma are human as well and therefor not applicable for Hanyuu's arbitrary designations. She supposed he might be a tengu, though his nose is nowhere near long enough, for his skill as a warrior and his hidden wisdom.

Rika, she wonders last, is also hard to pin to an otherworldly creature. Too much knowledge in too small a skin, with a willpower and desperation that makes her purely human.

Perhaps Rika would be an angel, for her long and patient suffering at her god's whim, and Hanyuu will leave it at that.

AN: Finally I can use my extensive obscure knowledge of supernatural creatures! Let's do that by mentioning absolutely none of the obscure ones, yay!

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