/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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I was in ecstasy.
I had held off for so long, biding my time as Goro’s ‘partner’, restraining myself from ruining every negotiation, even holding my tongue for the most opportune retorts. It was agonizing, but I dare say it was worth it.
Flying through the full moon night, I looped and twirled through the air as I replayed my memories of him through my mind. When I first met him on the mountain and beat him half to death only for him to give as good as he got. At Eientei, when we cozied up next to each other in a blanket and Goro began to believe he could figure me out. At the Temple, where he played along and helped me make a fool out of Hijiri. Me trying to ruin his negotiations only for him to turn it around to his favor. Him holding me close in the bamboo forest, making me believe for a moment that he was anything more then a small-time con artist. Laughing together at my prank on Okina. Implicitly trusting me when I handed him that bracelet. His self-assuredness that everything was going smoothly, where everyone but him could see that item’s cursed nature. His incoherent and pathetic rage when he discovered he’d been tricked. And finally, that hollow look on his face when he walked away.
Oh, I felt as if all my troubles were elsewhere, and every part of my being was relaxed. So much more so than if I had eaten him alive! And what if he kills himself? Maybe then I could eat his corpse, round up a band, and play soccer with it at the Myouren Temple? What kind of expression would be on Byakuren Hijiri’s face then? Maybe even Nue would be disturbed? That’s why I can’t kill him, I must savor this flavor for as long as I can!
And yet, there was still something missing. As I fly though the night and gaze at the moon, I realize: this is the first time in months that I’ve been truly alone, and a particular nagging feeling hadn’t left me.
It was an itch. Some desire in me separate from my yearning for human flesh or the pleasure of betraying a confidant. No, not desire, more like annoyance.
It was this feeling in my gut I had since our time together started. At first, I thought it was some strange after effect of a drug that quack physician had tested on me or some after effect of using dirt to clog a flesh wound and then flying again infinity, but even after I recovered this feeling just didn’t go away. In fact, it only got worse!
It was like a pulsating expression that got more intense whenever I was around Goro or let him have his way. Maybe not even annoyance, but still not a desire, a sort of yearning. And even as I triumphantly flew through the sky, free, my betrayal complete, I still felt it.
I stop in mid-air.
It couldn’t be, was the answer staring me in the face this entire time? What everyone’s world seemed to revolve around these past months?
I smile wide. It was time for dessert.

Goro’s shoes where neatly arranged by the door, a sure sign he had come home. I kicked my sandals at them, trying to knock them aside as had been my routine.
His hound’s eye perked up at my entrance, but he quickly shut them and nuzzled his blankets to get back to sleep. The stupid dog hadn’t alerted on me in weeks, too used to my odor, I snickered as I thought how useless he was to his master.
Daintily, I slide open the door to Goro’s room and closed it behind me, then, carefully I un-did my dress, let if fall around my heels, and I crept to his sleeping form. I didn’t want him to awake until it was far too late.
Goro himself was laid out, his hands stretched in both directions as if he was nailed for execution, the hand I inverted to my right, the hand with the cursed beads to my left. The beads themselves still had those indifferent floating red faces; Voyeur’s I suppose.
With a hop I land on Goro’s stomach sending his legs and arms up like he was a toy, before settling back down again. His eyes were open and staring at me in tired contempt.