/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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“Eh, this thing?” She said, pinching one of her ribbons. “Those prudes at the HSE said I ruined it and tried to throw it out, so I decided to nick it for myself. Gotta say it feels pretty good! Had to grab some outside wear from that other dump of a second-hand shop so I don’t give everyone a free show, but it really completes the look don’t you think?” She says, sticking out her tongue and posing.
“It’s even more of an insult to the Haukrei shrine then it was before and the fact you made it fashionable is somehow more demented.” I answer.
“Ahh, thanks!” She replied.
I didn’t quite understand how amanojaku worked, the general principle appeared to be you should say the opposite of whatever would be normally acceptable, however it’s not like they reversed everything. After all, most would prefer to stay living and amanojaku were still around, maybe because they just enjoyed spitting the rest of us too much to die?
It was a mental trap. She would’ve torn my head off if I said something like ‘It’s a total rag!’, Seija’s still a girl after all, so I threw in the ‘fashionable’ note and all is well. Just had to walk the line like talking with any other Youkai.
“As to why I chased you down: I just felt like it? Decided to take a stroll around Youkai Mountain looking for trouble and saw you hauling ass.” She shrugs while picking her ear with her pinky.
No. No way. Happening upon a secret meeting just because you decided to take a stroll? Something stinks here and I’m getting to the bottom of it right after I defuse a bomb.
“Well, I’ve got to go strangle someone with my obi belt. Feel free to come and watch if you’re not too busy busting Tengu heads.” I remark, turning to walk away.
“Who said we were down Goro-kun?” I heard whispered into my ear before a swift kick to the back of my knees sent them to the ground.
Seija grabbed my hair and pulled my head back “Surprised? Yeah, I know you, Goro the deal-breaker? Ah, broker that’s right.” She says smacking me across the face with her other hand.
Any real man could take a slap to the face, I just wish her nails weren’t so sharp.
“You know what pisses me off Goro-kun?” She asks.
“Those stuck-up Youkai on top?” I answer to be met with another slap.
“Correct you are! But what pisses me off more than that?”
“Wasting tastefully altered garments?” First thing in my mind, another slap.
“Yeah, but what pisses me off the most is guys like you. The ones who bow their heads and kiss asses all day cause your too afraid to really live.” She explains, before a quick kick to my stomach sends me into a tree.
Ahh, Damn! my back. “Hughgh!” I’m not choking, just the wind’s been knocked out of me it’ll pass, it’ll pass.
She was going to beat me to death and give me some sociology thesis about being a proud Youkai I could feel it. Aghhh, I’m probably not going to be up to 100% on running until I had some recovery time. Let her talk, be a punching bag for a bit, wait for her to enjoy herself a little too much.
“Seriously, what did you really have to lose?” She says, casually walking off and bending down next to me. “A couple decades? Is a miserable life growing into a broken body in a whipped society really-” She raises her fist like a gavel and brings it down on my side “even-” Again “worth-” again “it?”
She holds her fist in the air, ready to bring it down one last time. “Augh, Huh-huuh, huuuh-huh.” Just as my breathing is coming back, she slams her fist into my stomach. My mouth moves to scream out in pain, but I don’t have the air to do it.
“Sorry, sorry Goro-kun,” She waves her hands and grins “You looked like you were having trouble breathing so I gave you a hand, see?” She waves a hand in my face. “Haaaaannnnndddd, we use them for all kinds of things you know?”
With one fluid motion I shift my weight and propel my left hand upwards, two fingers out, aimed directly at her eyes.
But I miss, feeling empty air, then a poke, and agony like I had never felt before.