/jp/ - Otaku Culture

I felt incredibly worried about Kisami, who'd be coming out of the mine to find me gone and with no idea where I was. She'd be worried sick, most of all because of what Yamame's reaction might be, and she didn't deserve that. I had to find a way to get a message to her as fast as I possibly could. I felt them lift me up, and I swallowed nervously. Then, I could feel the air rushing past me, which could only mean that we were flying. It went on for some time, but I eventually felt us land when my legs slammed into the ground painfully. "Walk." I heard someone say, followed by two hands taking hold of my arms and marching me along. This continued for a while longer, and after several twists and turns, we arrived at...Somewhere. I heard a knock, followed by the door opening. "He needs questioning." I heard one of the wolves say.

"Questioning, hmm? My, my, my, how scandalous. A human, in the tengu city?" This voice was different. It was smooth as oil, with a sort of teasing quality. "I'm sure my lady will be delighted. Someone to punish? How lovely. Perhaps she’ll even let me have a go!" I felt someone else take my arm and drag me forward, but this felt warmer. A building? "In, in! Come along, Mister Human." I was marched forward, then through a few turns, and finally, I was forced down into a chair. Immediately, I folded my arms, happy to have them to myself again. I didn't dare try and take the blindfold off yet, though. "You just wait there, yes?" The voice told me, before I heard her footsteps recede. From there, it was silent. Or...No, not entirely silent. I could hear a sort of scratching sound.

After a few minutes, I got frustrated and reached up to pull the blindfold off. The sudden light made me squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, but I managed to blink enough to see properly after a moment. It seemed that all of the time spent going between light and dark in the caves with Yamame was really coming in useful.

This was...An office. Large windows, wooden floor, a massive desk opposite the chair I was sitting in. I wondered just what I was doing here, but then I noticed that the scratching sound had stopped, and I looked ahead of me. There, at the massive desk, was a woman. Deep blue hair that hung in thick strands over her left eye, a lighter blue for her dress. Over her shoulder was some sort of metallic thing, but I didn't know what it was. It had a large blue crystal of some sort inside. She had what looked to be a white turtleneck sweater on underneath the blue dress, just like the one I was wearing.