/jp/ - Otaku Culture

"What are you still doing up? Come to bed." I commanded, seeing Goro at his desk writing letters.

"Sorry, just need to finish writing a few of these, I'll be there to warm you up shortly." he replied.

"Get me some more blankets then, this place is freezing." I complained, squatting next to the dog's bed and squishing it's floppy face. "Or should I steal some from this guy? Dumb mutt's toastier then I am."

"Who're writing to anyway?" I ask, flipping through some of the letters on his desk. "Kiene, Satori, Yuugi, Eiki? Junko?! Pretty bold choice of pen pals."

"Well, I just thought it'd be interesting to stay in touch with the people we've met." Goro smiled.

"Seems more like a lonely cry for help with the quantity of recipients." I remarked, hopping unto his lap and snuggling up to his chest for warmth, making it difficult for him to write.

Reflecting on it, I hadn't gotten one over on this guy in a while and, having said all that embarrassing stuff at that Myouren Temple torture session, I figured some punishment was due. But how to go about it? Excessive violence was no good, had to keep him in top form. Bombing our Yakumo positions would just mean there's less fun to be had later. Maybe I should ghost him one morning like he did way back? Ha! That'd make him squirm! But I can't risk one of those desperate single mothers swooping him up to father her children.

The kids...

Our lives were about to get more troublesome with two strange children on the way.

"I really hate you, you know?" I muttered as Goro continued to write around me.

"Hmm, well that's too bad since I'm such a fan of yours." Goro said in a sing-song voice.

"Ugh, just what is taking so long anyway? Writing our apologizes to Eiki didn't take so much time and, hey, why do you have that book open?" I said, noticing Goro had the slim black and red tome open for reference. On it where several illustrations and sigils, accompanied by notes Goro had written.

"So you noticed? I'm not just writing letters here, I'm also doing some experiments with cursed text!" He said with a smile.

"What? Are you gonna give the Yama a migraine or cause Yuugi to see perverse visions?" I asked, skeptical at the prospect.

"Nothing so illicit! I'm really just using curses to copy an idea from Takane, encoded secret messages only the intended recipient can read." he said.

I looked over what he'd written and squinted, trying to make out anything strange, but found nothing.

"ha, nice trick. Only a fool couldn't see that there's a message they can't see and the King's new robes are truly magnificent! When did you get the talent for cast curses anyway?" I ask.

"Oh, it's not so different from operating the bracelet and this book has been very useful. Although it's a tad annoying, the author lays down the bare minimum in axioms and expects you to derive the rest naturally. I wonder if they were friends with Yukari, their teaching methods are similar." He explained, ignoring my purposefully botched reference, the spoilsport.

"The issue is delivery. We could ask Yukari or Kasen for some of their animal servants, but I don't think they'd be so eager to go to places like Hell." he pondered aloud.

"Eh? Aren't curses supposed to find their way to their targets on their own? Well I guess that's grudges specifically and vengeful spirits, the sore losers." I remark, reminiscing.

Goro stares at me in astonishment. "Seija, you're a genius!" He says.

"Well yeah, but what has that got to do-"

"The letters can send themselves!" He states excitedly, shifting some notes and flipping through some pages of the book.

"If I just put a few reference points with sigils and approximate the shape of the text, even if the letter is set on fire or torn apart, it should still find it's way to the recipient whole! A grudge-based mail service which guarantees both deliver and secrecy! This'll show Takane how a market really gets cornered!" Goro proclaims, while eagerly drawing shapes on some parchment.

I kiss him.

"Ah Seija, just a little bit please? I just have to try one thing and I'll-" I pull his face back to my lips.

"I didn't say you couldn't." I tell him.

"Then let me-" Putting my knees on his thighs, I raise myself above him, pull his chin up and kiss him again, deeply. With my tongue, I worm around in his mouth, lightly prodding his, until I pull out, leaving a trail of Silvia and his face reddened.

"Oh no, looks like a accursed little Amanojaku has ruined your precious moment of inspiration. Whatever shall you do?" I taunt.

Goro shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. Licking his fingers, he pinches the candle's light to extinguish it, stands up, and carries me to the bedroom.

"Kyaa!" I squeal, as he lays me on the futon.

"Great, now I'm totally distracted, you'll have to pay for that you know." Goro says, rubbing my palm with his thumb.

"Some lowly Human like you defeat a great Youkai like me? Dream on."

I was never so happy to lose.

Do you think Seija being a contrarian would find fat, ugly, sweaty NEETs attractive?

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