/jp/ - Otaku Culture

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"Ha! You say that, but you're want to experiment a little as well yes? Putting together a little family aren't you?" The Yellow Specter asked.

"Yes, yes, here take a look." The Purple Cloak said, dumping the contents of a box in front of her.

"See, this one you brought me, looks a little similar to me right? Blonde, youthful, giddy, powerful..." The Purple Cloak said, brushing it's ragged grey hair to the side.

"But still such a child. Maybe I was fated to lose this piece after all? Then there was this one who sized an opportunity her sisters wouldn't, she didn't last long after our little spat, this one who thought she could leverage me like her little playground rivals, had her cut down to size, that one who I dangled some goodies in front of, but that only made her more rotten until she spoiled completely, and this one who thought to use my own weapon against me!" The Purple Cloak tallied off, pointing to the ruined dolls one-by-one.

"And finally there's this one." She began, jabbing a doll through it's head with a long nail and brining it up." I thought it'd be your piece you know? You helped polish it after all, but it came to me on it's own! Maybe you should adjust those strict preferences of yours."

"Ha! What's life if you don't do things in the manner you please? And I know you're fibbing, that one comes in a set of two doesn't it?" The Yellow Specter jeered.

"Yes! In fact, I once had both pieces, but can you believe that the other doll betrayed it's partner for a second time? They could never hope to challenge me, but perhaps they could've escaped together? Now we'll never know. Still, they were fun to watch in the meanwhile." She laughed, shaking the broken doll all the while.

I clenched my teeth and felt a bottomless rage. A flame that made every rampage I've been on before seem like a candle in comparison. These alien things played at living, imitating happiness, and depriving others of everything. Ending them was my purpose, my existence as an Amanojaku was to sunder these things and enjoy every second, if only I could...

Within my arms their we're two massive bombs and the fuses had been lit. Perfect, all I had to do was fly to that table and all of it would be destroyed.

But as I did so, the broken doll reached out it's hand, trying to stop me and, looking to my arms, I saw my two children, about to explode.

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"Arggggh!" I screamed, shooting upwards and sweating despite the cold night air.

I was not in some infinite white void, no, I was inside a small house, naked in bed.

"Seeing visions?" Goro asked me, after having waited for me to regain my senses.

"Buzz off, It's just something I ate, did you clean the kitchen properly?" I said, turning over in bed knowing full well that this place was suspiciously spotless.

"Having spoiled fish doesn't preclude premonitions, I'd say it actually might be the opposite." He said, putting his left hand around my waist and nestling up to me.

"You know, you might wake up covered in vomit like this." I grumbled.

"Filth for precognition? I might take you up on that offer." He joked.

I sighed. He wasn't going to relent. "I saw the Sages in the future, they win, everyone else loses, including us. I dupe you to get away, use the kids as ammo to get even."

For a moment he's quiet. "Well I guess it's good your an Amanojaku. The opposite of that future sounds pretty bright."

I try to squirm to punch him from behind, but he doesn't let go of me. I could probably break his arm, it probably wouldn't affect the kids, but being man handled wasn't exactly bad either.

"Do you think the Flower Woman will have any answers for us? About Sages that is. And what's to stop her from immolating us like that Phoenix-brained muscle head?" I ask.

"She's rumored to be as powerful as a sage, but unlike that spirit that got unsealed recently, she's lived peacefully in Gensokyo for years. Although they're all sorts of rumors, I don't believe Reimu would've left her alone if she was actually such a monster. If we meet her, I should be able to understand what Keine told me."

"Maybe she's just that terrifying. Or hiding her fangs for the long game, woman like their secrets you know." I chuckle at the thought.

"Well I have few ideas on how to approach things this time around. Don't worry, it'll involve more elbow grease then curses this time, I swear."

"Ah, boring. By the way, have you looked into paper dolls?" I ask.

"No, I haven't. Wasn't much for that sort of craft." he lied. "What do you mean?"

"Good night." I say, grabbing onto his arm refusing to let go.

"Seija? Come on, I won't remember in the morning if I don't make a note of this. Ah, at least tell me what you mean by that! Seija? Seija?"

I don't answer, instead I gently rub his hand and the cursed bracelet upon it.