Keine sat below the school in the basement with the windows boarded up. To be even safer, she sat as far from the tiny strands of light peeking in as possible.
"No moonlight on me." Keine reinforced the thought. "Nope. I'm not going psycho tonight."
She sat in the pitch-black room, gazing at the little beams of light. She couldn't see her own hands. It was dark, damp, and stuffy; very uncomfortable and every breath of air was stale. The basement was also crammed with books, scrolls, desks, chairs, and shelves. So, it could be imagined that it was nearly impossible for Keine to move an inch without cutting her arm on a corner of a sharp desk, and she had the possibility of tripping on unseen objects.
She sat still and sighed. "Is it morning yet? No... it couldn't be. It just turned 10:00 an hour ago..." She pondered to herself. It's not like she could see the damned time anyway.
She tried to sleep sitting up, but it just wasn't working. Besides, every time her head leaned back, it bumped against the shelf behind her, and leaning over would leave her a nice long scratch across her face in the morning.
She scooched upright in her chair and felt a sharp pain go all the way up her spine. She howled and jumped out of her chair, and got stuck in the ceiling.
How?
Her horns got stuck.
Her horns.
Her bushy tail was in searing pain. She held onto it for comfort, when she suddenly realized.
"W-wh-?" she then gazed upwards to see a tiny stream of light where she was sitting before. A tiny stream of moonlight. Pencil-thin.
"That's all it took?!" she whined angrily.
She then decided 'screw it' and went upstairs and outside. She stood on her front porch and gazed at the moon hanging in the sky, mocking her and her cursed being.
She needed fresh air, anyway. Besides, going out for a walk is much better than being stuck in one place for hours on end. She walked through the quiet midnight-swooned village, and noticed a shadowy figure with horns grabbing a figure which looked human. Instinctively, she ran towards this hideous beast and crammed her horns through its stomach, causing blood to spray out like water. The little girl who was being attacked by it ran away screaming out "Youkai! Youkai!"
"I'm not a youkai!" Keine cried out. "Come back!" she extended a hand towards the direction the child was running, but to no avail.
That was when two other horned beasts came rushing out of nowhere, one ripping Keine's sleeve right off her shoulder while attempting to bite her, and the other grabbed her arm and bit it.
She recoiled, grabbing the one biting her arm and hurled it towards its friend. She clamped her right hand over the wound in pain. Blood ran down her arm and dripped onto the floor.
More horned beasts came, as they heard the noise. Pretty soon, the village had become infested with these evil youkai, and they were all attempting to attack Keine. Some grabbed onto her and bit parts of her while other attempted to stab her.
It was a massive blood sport.
Youkai were being hurled all over the place from one direction; where Keine was. She fought valiantly against the evil Youkai, and some landed against the villagers' houses. Suddenly, after Keine had torn one in half, spilling its intestines all over the ground, two grabbed her and pulled her back.
Their strength was no match for the Were-Hakutaku's and Keine thrusted her arms forward, tossing them into another building, breaking their skulls open.
Suddenly, Keine heard a familiar voice calling her frantically.
It was Mokou.
"Keine! What are you doing?!" Mokou screamed.
Keine stopped in confusion. "I'm exterminating youkai!"
"Those are the villagers!" Mokou cried.
Keine's heart stopped for a split second She looked towards the youkai that were clinging onto her, and she saw that they had no horns, no gray complexion; nothing. They were human beings.
She wrenched free and looked at the bloody chaos. She noticed that her first victim, who suffered horns in the stomach was a little boy with a bag in his hand.
Her stomach turned over. She felt as if she was going to vomit, but she contained it. She looked towards all the dead Youkai, finding that they suddenly appeared very human-like.
She turned to the mournful and terrified living humans, and she had no idea what to say. She paused and released a breath of pain and heartfelt sorrow.
"Satori, right?" a villager asked, hoping it was the case.
Keine did not respond.
The women of the village stared at the fresh corpses and covered their mouths with both hands. Some looked away and cried. A woman and the little girl and a man were mourning over the dead little boy.
Keine looked at Mokou for reconciliation, but Mokou looked away from her with shame.
Keine gazed at the villagers, who looked at her with fear and disappointment.
"It... was Satori, right?" the same villager asked again, but with aggressiveness hinted in his voice beneath the sorrowful exterior.
"It's something else..." Keine began. "Something much worse."