/jp/ - Otaku Culture

He analyzed his surroundings despite the bright sunlight making that a thoroughly unpleasant idea, but it was necessary. Unlike his expectations he didn't wake up on his lumpy futon surrounded by similarly poor men taking shelter in the halfway house, today it seemed that he found himself in a thick and eerie forest.

Green stalks of tall bamboo swayed in the gentle morning breeze and obscured the morning sun enough to cast a deep shadow on the forest. Still it was bright enough to see easily and more importantly, annoy his dehydrated head. Close to him; only a dozen feet or two lied a rather poorly maintained building, what was once a nice cabin all the way out here seemed to be in a state of extreme disrepair.

The hunter's head hurt, his body hurt, his eyes hurt... Everything hurt in some way or another... Man he could use a tall cup of cheap tea filled with honey and a breakfast set, he didn't think he'd get much of anything though, given the circumstances. After all the cage he found himself in was rather well made, and judging by the fact that they didn't even bind his arms and legs he figured that they had good reason to be confident in their craftsmanship.

If there was one word he could use to describe his situation it'd be: Confused. After all last thing he remembered was sitting around the small table at Sekibanki's house chatting the night away. After... well he took another drink after Sekibanki passed out and things get a little fuzzy, nothing comes to mind but stumbling around in the dark.

He swallowed involuntary as he realized his situation, clearly this cabin must be the lair of a youkai, only they lived in such squalor after all. If he was in the forest of bamboo then that must mean he'd been captured by none other than the dreaded wolf of the moon! Almost reflexively he felt his bowels want to loose, and if he had anything in him he might've even considered letting it pass.

Unable to best the cage's bindings the hunter sat there and mulled over his fate, maybe he'd be made into a stew? or perhaps made into a nice jacket? Maybe his bones will be artfully arranged into some sick art project? Well mulling it over didn't seem to last long as his captor exited the treeline around the ruins of the cabin...


The red blur that was Sekibanki flew with Kogasa who just didn't seem to stop prattling off about this and that. Sekibanki was already tuning her out since she got the information she needed, besides even on a good day Kogasa liked vomiting nonsense and now that she was in a panic it was like a waterfall. She kicked herself for her earlier indecision in not acting sooner as she thought back to the wasted minutes where she just couldn't comprehend the words spoken to her.


As Kogasa stood at the entrance she explained with an almost whiny panic suffusing her voice, "Its big, real big and real bad Seki-san! Your boyfriend went to the bamboo forest and started assaulting youkai left and right!" Sekibanki's still groggy mind tried to process that as she stood at the door of her abode, huh? The hunter? No way not him, even if he was an idiot he wasn't the kind of guy to do something so dumb and out-rightly suicidal... right?

However, the hopping umbrella's next words caused a knot of worry to form in her belly worse than the effects of the drinks from last night. Kogasa whined, "They told me he was screaming out your name as he attacked them, so after they knocked him out they called me to get you asap! You gotta hurry before it gets worse!"


Before the hunter stood a rather cross looking Kagerou and openly hostile looking mouse youkai, both of their outfits were rather tattered. Their eyes had a strange tinge about them that clearly marked them out as non-human and it sent chills down the hunter's back...

His words failed him in starting the conversation as he was keenly aware of his position of being bound and captive before one of the greatest youkai in gensokyo... and a mouse? Well the mouse looked like a native of the forest, her rather boyish yukuta was roughed up and ripped in several places with a large bump on her head. Kagerou stood there next to her, her arms were crossed and reminded him of a mother looking at their disobedient child.

The white and somewhat plain dress of Kagerou was stained with dirt unlike last time he saw her, it was of a slightly different pattern than back then but of the same quality. Her dress had what seemed to be burns on it in a vaguely rectangular pattern and a two large bumps on her head. He felt a strange sense of guilt looking at them that he couldn't place his finger on...

In fact even his own clothing were similarly roughed up, except his wounds were very much visible under the tears, nothing serious at least but enough to put him in bed for a bit. A sobering picture started to form in his mind as he put together the pieces of the puzzle...

Tell me what make you love Sekibanki