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>>44952493

Hana had awoken to the sounds of the morning and smells of breakfast being made, she sat up in her little white juban with her favorite stuffed toy laying next to her, Jiji-chan the badger; a little animal from a place her father said his family had been from. The golden sunlight of the early morning streamed in through her open windows and landed where they pleased. The room itself wasn't overly furnished, sporting her futon, a desk where she studied the stupid worksheets her father gave her even though Kiene didn't make her study that sort of dumb stuff. In addition there was her dresser her father made for her especially when she turned 5, her chest of handmade toys largely made by her father and gifts from others, and a few other little odds and ends.

It was nostalgic seeing it... nostalgic? No that wasn't right, it was normal, it was her daily reality of course. Today she woke up like any other day and while she didn't have to go to temple school today she was going to see what her... loving? Yes loving mother had in store for her training today, after all it was supposed to be practice for one of the rituals coming up to restore the seals on the Hokora and a special holiday to honor the native folk spirits that lived around the shrine.

She knew her mother and father would get after her if she walked out in her juban but today should be okay, she couldn't wait to satisfy her belly and mother had been in a good mood lately, not even shouting the last few days! If she hugged her quickly enough then even if she scolded her mother would only do so lightly, and if she said she was excited to learn she might even let her eat a sweet!

With a spring in her step Hana's feet padded across the wooden floor of the shrine's hallway, she pushed open the doors to the living room. Her excitement quickly faded. An overwhelming sense of dread overcame her, the living room of the shrine was trashed as if someone rampaged around inside of it, the table was overturned and doors were ajar leaking in the nighttime from beyond the veranda. Her father was on the floor, dinner had been splattered everywhere staining the tatami with the soups, rice, and other flavors of autumn her father had rustled up for them.

A women stood over her father, she seemed to be wearing a comfortable yukuta meant for lounging about the home in. However, its distinctive handwoven patterns sporting a black and white yin yang symbol on its back gave away the identity of the assailant as well as her jet black hair and red ribbon did. It was then she noticed a bit of blood coming from her father's mouth as he gaped his mouth at her as if trying to tell her to avert her eyes from this tragedy.

Hana was overcome in rage, she reached down to the hidden pouch in her miko's uniform for the needles and seals, she found them in ready supply as she launched them with an angered screech. They hit the women's back, but she felt it almost viscerally; a solid thunk seemed to resound from her as the needles stuck in, the ofuda stuck, yet nothing happened. The women barely even noticed it! She raised a gohe, gripping it in both her hands to strike down blow after blow upon her father.

Hana looked down at her hands as she reached for more weapons, they were melting in her hands as if they were made of wet paper. She dropped them as she reached into her sleeve for her own gohei, desperate for anything to stop this. There was no Gohei though, she cursed herself as she realized there was no sleeve either, there was nothing on her. Not a stitch of clothing to cover her body, but she wasn't embarrassed. She sprinted at the women trying to tackle her from behind, to throw her off balance, to do anything to stop this memory from playing out.

All it did was get her attention and with a predator's eyes the women turned to her as Hana grasped her around the waist struggling but unable to do anything to even cause her to stumble. Hana shouted at her to stop, the women spoke with heavy and slurred words that promised nothing but unjustified rage and anger, "Hana dear~, I'm so glad you're finally here to help! Why don't you come help me with your father?"

Huh? The words weren't some rage filled mess, they were disgustingly smug and sweet, as if the one who said it had nothing less but the world in her palm. Hana looked up at the women destroying her father, her yukuta was now a tabard laying over a white dress, her hair was blonde and striking as the noontime sun, yet her eyes were disgustingly deep like you were looking into the unclouded night sky. Yukari reached a hand out and gripped Hana's neck, lifting her with disgusting ease she forced her body onto her father's prone form.

Anon was already stripped bare, his body was malnourished and she could see his bones barely covered by a layer of skin, he was already near death and anything seemed to be able to do him in. It was as Hana looked into her father's dying eyes that she screamed.

>>42413813
>You must be a butcher, head full of nothing but sex and meat
Nonsense its filled with Reimu and how i'm going to hide the bodies of people she inevitably kills

>>41621297
It'd be hard but if I made marriage vows I'd stick with them unto death, i'm serious about such things.