/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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My entire left hand was mulch. I felt it twitching and writhing against my wishes exacerbating the pain, like a hundred molten needles were poured into my skin and a bamboo sheet shoved under every fingernail.
I look up my arm and see a rock. A sculpture of a hand in the place where it was supposed to be, with segments as if it was a doll’s from which blood and guts seeped out.
I manage to find enough air to scream.
“Always wanted to try that but couldn’t find an idiot to get close enough to try until now. Good thing I can’t flip your whole body, means we can enjoy a little more time together!”
She inverted my hand, brought bone to the outside and put everything else inside it. How was I still feeling it? Why was it still connected? Useless questions.
“Now.” She said, pulling on my robe. “Let’s see you strip.” I barely register her request before she lifts me by my collar and tosses me. Before I know it, I’m floating in the air, naked, and facing the sky. Ah, that cloud kind of looks like a deer.
I hear a snap of fingers and I’m facing the dirt again which I fall face first into.
“Yeah Goro-kun, this is your natural state, no clothes, allies, or words, just a helpless, naked man at the whims of an evil youkai.” I hear her approach.
Gently, she takes my body and turns it over, then she straddles my chest, my obi belt in hand.
“Doesn’t that just piss you off? You probably didn’t even have any choice in the matter did ya?” She asks frowning. “This whole natural order thing stinks. Why accept the Tao, Enlightenment, or whatever those bitches blab about when it just means bowing your head in a different way? And even when someone has the sense to say ‘enough is enough’ you all just file over to a different Lord, a different Sage, a new God.”
She dangles my robe cord, staring at it with her chin in her palm. “That’s why the only real justice in this world is overturning what’s there, nothing’ll ever be perfect so if you’re ever complacent in the slightest you’re just someone else’s whore. What do you say to that, Goro-kun? Still feeling good about kissing ass when it led you here?” She asks.
“I-AUGh” I cough. Struggling to respond. Seija looked bemused and just a tad iterated. “I believe small-minded brats blame the world for their problems.”
Seija shift her lip upwards, spins the obi belt in a circle, and looks to me. “Why is this thing orange on the outside and black on the inside?” She asks.
“Village woman like muted colors, Youkai woman enjoy a little boldness.” I answer.
She snorts, chuckles, and breaks into a full-on laugh. I can’t help it, I follow suit and let out a twisted, broken giggle as she slides the cord around my neck and begins to pull, laughing all the way.
I choke, my body moves, my chest rebels and tries to gasp for air bouncing the Seija- up and down, my inverted hand stops hurting for the first time as my body is flooded with the terror of strangulation. All before my right hand slaps my hidden onaufda on the inverted oni’s chest.
I’m not sure if a God was looking out for me, or that the collector I bought the paper seal from was telling the truth about that charm being an ancient relic of some Youkai hunter, or maybe if the dry air of the mountain stoked the lightning, but the way the oni jerked and the onafuda flashed you’d think the air had been torn in half.
Her whole body flailed and convulsed randomly as she continually was subjected to what seemed to be electric shocks which I was not completely spared of having been so close to her.
Fortunately, she clearly bore the worst of it and I, still high on the death rush of being choked, threw her off and begin hobbling as fast as I could, sheltering my inverted left hand, naked and in the cold.
I didn’t make it more then ten feet before she caught up to me.
“Hey.” A ragged, smoky voice behind me spoke. “You’d need about a hundred more of those things to take me out.”
Seija grabbed me by the neck and spun me around like a toy to face her, and then slammed me into a pine tree. Her clothes looked none the worse for wear, but her skin was partially covered in soot. Charred Youkai flesh? Maybe.
I look down at my own body, a few black burns dot my skin, although they barely registered over the tsunami of pain I was going through.
“Hey Seija-kun, you’re not still friends with Nue are you?” I ask.
Her eye twitches but she says nothing.
“She’s pregnant, I’m doing a job for her so you should let me-“ She jabs me in the stomach before I can finish.
Then she slams my chest, karate chops my left arm, dislocating it, smacks my face, lets me fall to the earth, and kicks me in the ribs, I hear a crack.
It was worth a shot.
“You’d be a lot cooler if you didn’t beg for your life in such a ridiculous way.” She remarks, waving her hand as if any of that hurt her in the slightest.
“HOOOOOUURR!” I heard my hound bay. Behind her.