/jp/ - Otaku Culture

A glass lay on its side, soaking in eggnog. This was the first thing Anon saw as he woke up in a groggy stupor. Memories came and went in a whirlwind. Aunn burst through the door and pounced on him, as usual. Then a whole menagerie of guests from tengu to oni to humans and gods all came by with booze and hot food. The fake shrine was stuffed with guests pulling Anon into and out of dances, conversations and drinking contests. More than once somebody brought a bushel of mistletoe to hang, demanding a kiss for every leaf he passed under. It was at that point that his memory started to get a little hazy.

As the man got up to survey the damages, he saw shreds of wrapping paper and torn cardboard strewn about the room. Thankfully the plates and bottles were all dry, licked clean by his greedy guests. It was just enough to coat the entire floor of his living room in a layer of glass and ceramic. A once-mighty evergreen tree stood in two pieces in one corner of the room: The lower half a splintery eye-sore, the upper half appearing as if it grew out of the floor. A hazy memory reared it’s ugly head: A very drunk Shizuha thought it was “looking at her funny” and demonstrated her punching technique. The one-sided match caused the room to erupt into cheers and splinters, which the human had to attend to during the festivities.

Well, first things first: Time to sop up that eggnog before it solidified. The dry messes could wait until morning. As Anon walked over to his kitchen, he stumbled on an open present and stubbed his toe on a forgotten iron weight (one of many left over from a few contests of strength). Alone, tired and angry, the human let out his frustrations. “FUCK! THANKS A LOT, SANTA!”

Just as he did, a cold wind blew through the veranda, rattling the empty sake bottles. Silhouetted against the night sky was a slightly plump figure, floating towards him. As his eyes adjusted to the moonlight, he recognized her blue dress and lavender hair. It was the spirit of winter itself, Letty Whiterock.

“Hello Anon, what are you doing up this late?”

“Oh, hello Letty. Nobody felt it was necessary clean up after themselves, so I’ve got to fix this place up before the bugs start moving in. It’ll be even worse now since the chill will drive them indoors.”

The yuki-onna continued to float over the mess on the floor, watching Anon as he tried to wipe eggnog out of tatami. His frustrations mounted with every jingle of glass against glass when he shifted his legs. If a single bottle broke, he would have to watch his every step. And that damn chill Letty brought in only made it harder to concentrate!

“Hey Letty, you mind lending a hand? Just grab a garbage bag from under the sink and—“

The spirit interrupted him with a yawn. “Sorry, I’m too tired. You should really go to bed, it’s too late to start now. Maybe you should have cleaned up before night fell?”

“Could you at least just close the veranda—“

“It’s too far away~”

Letty yawned again, and the wind grew louder. Anon’s annoyance grew as snow began entering his home, adding to the mess. “Letty. Please. If you’re not going to help out, could you just go home then?”
“Eh, I’ll sleep here tonight. You got a bed I can crash on? If not, I can just move these seats—” As she rocked one of the seats, a house of stacked sake bottled crashing down. It sounded like at least one of them shattered. “Hey Anon, you should really clear up these bottles…”

She came into his house, brought in the cold, made an even bigger mess, refused to help in the slightest, demanded shelter and now she had the gall to complain?! His anger dashed all thoughts of the cold from his body as he burned with rage. “THAT’S IT! LETTY, GO HOME! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

Not expecting the outburst, the girl began to sniffle as she floated towards the veranda. “But-but it’s Christmas! You’re throwing me out on Christmas?”

Anon didn’t care if it was Christmas or the Second Coming. “OUT! NOW!”

Composing an icy mask to hide her sadness, Letty gave Anon a dire warning. “F-Fine! But you better watch out! For being so mean on Christmas Eve, three ghosts will visit you to show you the error of your ways!” Without waiting for a reply, Letty flew away, leaving the veranda open.

Bah! Three ghosts? They’d have to get past the barrier first. Wait a minute, how did Letty get here? As if to answer his question, Yukari herself came to his front door, dressed lightly for the weather.

“Y-Yukari? What do you want? I’m a little busy.” He tried to hide the venom in his voice.

The woman walked up to Anon, the moonlight revealing a crazed and energetic look in her eyes. It was high-strung, wild—it wasn’t Yukari.

“Put the towel down, Hakurei! You and me are going on a trip down memory lane. And don’t call me ‘Yukari’ or ‘Sage’. I’m the Jailbreak King, and we’re blowing this joint!”

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Youmu is proof that human can fuck ghost, that mean Mizuchi is not safe from being pregnant