Catching the thief
„Hey, little thief-lady!"
Kasi jerked up her head upon hearing the sound. She was caught in the middle of changing the bandages on her injured leg. On her windowsill there loomed the now familiar figure of the stranger from that violent night the day before yesterday. With his elbows propped on his knees and feet dangling in the room he gave her a wide grin. A very toothy grin with a pair of canine fangs peeking from under his upper lip.
"You have some guts to steal the pouch from me like that."
"Me? It was you who stole it first," she scowled at him when she overcame the startle of his sudden appearance.
"Yeah, whatever. You still have it?"
"Ye-es….why?" she squinted at him warily.
"Show it to me," he jumped into the room. When she backed away from him he added: "Please? I won´t take it, promise. Just show me."
She hopped to her wardrobe and after a while of rummaging there she produced the requested item. He reached for it, but she snatched her hand up. "You really won´t take it? Promise?"
He snarled impatiently: "I told ya I won´t, stupid. You can trust me."
Kasi didn´t appreciate being called stupid and frowned at him, nevertheless held her hand out obediently with the pouch on her palm.
He took it and shook out a small round object with a hole in the middle: it looked like a ring, but was too big for any finger. He hissed when it touched his hand. "As I thought."
"What is it exactly, do you know? Why is it dangerous?" Kasi asked.
"It´s imbued with jaki."
"What?"
"Evil demon energy. Don´t you feel it?"
Kasi shook her head.
"Look," he sighted. "These are signs for world, energy, destruction. Death."
"It´s Chinese?" she craned her neck to get a better look on the signs, which she reckoned Asian.
"Yeah, the signs are Chinese. But the ring itself is from Japan."
She reached out to touch it. In the moment her fingers made contact with the ring, she cried out and pulled back her hand quickly.
"What´s the matter?"
"It bit me. It was like an electric burn," she said with eyes wide from the shock.
He nodded. "Uh- ya. It emanates jaki. Maybe you couldn´t feel it through the fabric, but a direct contact…" he tucked the ring back into the pouch and handed it to her. Kasi took it, careful only to touch as much as the string the pouch was bound with.
When she put it away, she frowned. "I can feel it still."
"Huh?"
"The ring. Before, there was nothing. But now I can feel it. It´s buzzing in my head." She imitated a puking sound. "It´s nasty."
"Touch me."
She glared at him. "Why?"
"Just do it. I wanna try something." He held out his hand. When their fingertips connected, her eyes went wide and she deducted her hand quickly.
"What was that?"
"As I thought…" he paused for a moment.
"It's my youki."
"You- what?"
"Youki- my demon energy," he pointedon the floor. "Sit down, this could take a while."
With that, he dropped himself on the ground and threw and expecting gaze at her. Kasi eyed him suspiciously for a while. She couldn´t deny that this whole demon thing required an explanation which, as it seemed, he was rather willing to give. Finally she let her body sag on the bed.
"Ok, I am listening."
The explanation