/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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Due to popular demand, I've decided to write a short followup, think of this as being set shortly after anon's first evening with Kogasa:

"Bero bero baa!" - this sudden shout is what greets you the moment you turn to lock your apartment door, followed soon after by a lick from a large tongue and a girlish giggle. Surprised, you attempt to quickly turn around, but get tied up by your own feet and crash down to the floor. The umbrella girl is standing next to you, her face bearing a triumphant smile.

"Ow! What was that for?!" you begin angrily while getting up.

Seeing your soured expression, the girl's smile is quickly replaced by an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about that, but I did tell you that I sustain myself by scaring humans and I need to keep improving my scaring technique - a youkai that isn't frightening is no youkai at all", she says the last part with absolute certainty and confidence.

"Apology accepted", you quickly reply - it seems that you couldn't stay angry at her even if you wanted to. "How are your injuries?" you ask with concern in your voice.

"The shaft of my umbrella is still cracked and bent so my back hurts a little, but I'm much better now, thanks to you" - with these words Kogasa suddenly gives you a warm hug.

"Good to hear that" you say while embracing her back, "but let me go now, I have dinner to prepare".

While making the evening's meal, you can't help, but shoot a few glances through the kitchen window - the view outside is about what you'd expect - a dismal sea of darkened concrete, blurred together by evening dusk and punctuated here and there by flickering streetlights and bright windows. Ever since you started working in the city, this view always made your heart long for the greenery of the countryside you grew up in. Strangely, this time the sight outside your kitchen window feels different, less isolating. Perhaps you've finally started to get used to urban living or maybe... The beeping oven timer derails your train of thought, shortly after, preceded by a sound of tiny footsteps, Kogasa takes a seat at the small kitchen table. Seeing her dig into your cottage cheese bake, brings a smile to your face. It seems that, at least for the time being, you recovered a spark of your childhood wonder - a warm fire amidst a sea of choking grey.

I love Karakasa-obake!