Yang 1: Headaches and HeartbreaksA Chapter by Sharmake Abdi BouralehAnd now one of our main characters is introduced.The
young Asian boy trudged down the sodden Tokyo sidewalk, his eyes downcast and
uncaring about what he stumbled into. His perpetually-messy raven hair was
plastered all about his head, the drenching onslaught of rain pouring drearily
all about him. His thumb was absentmindedly flicking the spark wheel on his lime
green lighter, despite the weather. He had just left a saké shop, his head all
abuzz with liquor. The boy wasn't even old enough to be drinking, a few months
shy of the legal age of 20. That
didn't matter to him, though, especially at the moment. His girlfriend, Kikyou,
broke off their nearly two-year relationship on dubious grounds. She had
berated him, telling him he was simply too nice to her and that he should have
acted angry instead of keeping his
emotions to himself. Kikyou questioned why he didn't confront her when he found
out she was seeing someone else. She wanted to know why her actions didn't
upset or anger him, why she couldn't get through to him. He
had been confused. 'Does she want to
cause issues between us?' he thought. 'Does
she intentionally try to anger me?' She
went on and on, her Japanese fluent and passionate, emphasizing her anger with
him for his lack of anger. "Why are
you distancing yourself from me?" she had screamed. "Why can't you just be angry when
you're angry!?" "Because I love you," he had said. He
was rewarded with a slap, tears breaking free and rolling down her face, and
harsh, bitter words that haunted him ever since. "You're a fool, Kyo," she had spat, "An utter fool. How can you love me?
Love does not exist. I used to think it did, but time taught me a far harsher
lesson that I had thought possible. Love isn't real. Don't fool yourself into
thinking otherwise, Kyo, before you hurt more than you should." She
had left him then, left him in his confusion and hurt, and he could only think
over what she had said, almost obsessively. Love does not exist. That
had been half a day ago. Kyo had wondered what to do with himself since, trying
to distract himself. Each endeavour proved fruitless, ultimately reminding him
of her and the time they had spent together. In hindsight, it had been a rather
foolish idea to partake together in every activity the city had to offer them.
When all was said and done, everything would remind him of this...of them. He
hadn't prepared for that, though. He hadn't ever expected them to go their
separate ways. "I'll love you forever," she had said once, lying against his chest, her
voice barely a whisper. "I always
will." At
the time, he thought nothing of it. He knew that she loved him. He loved her as
well. No, he still loved her.
Stroking her hair then, he had said he loved her too, and that their love was
as beautiful and selfless as that of the sun and the moon's. She had smiled at
that, a small, comforting smile, and he had felt himself return it without
hesitation. Kyo
shook his head. Love does not exist.
She hadn't meant it. His heart ached, and for what he didn't know. Was it
because he hated her? Or did he love her regardless of what she had done? He
felt as though he should hate her, as though she were the most undesirable
concept he could have dreamt up. Even now, in his anger and sorrow, he couldn't
bring himself to associate her with feelings like disgust and hatred. No,
those emotions he saved for himself. 'How could you be so stupid, Kyo?' he
mentally berated himself; his fingers absentmindedly clicked the wheel of his
lighter even faster, reflecting his internal frustration. 'How could you be so blind? She is beautiful and smart and kind and
caring. The fact that she was all this and more should have set off alarms!' Kyo's
mother had always told him stories as a young boy about powerful creatures,
cruel and devastatingly clever, that disguised themselves as beautiful women to
get close to men before ruining their lives. 'Kitsune', his mother had warned,
'beautiful but deadly. Do not fall for looks alone, my sweet child, lest you be
ensnared by wicked temptation.' 'She was just a kitsune,' he thought
wearily, still trudging down the sodden street walk he had been walking on for
the past few hours. 'A beautiful and
dangerous woman. Mother was right. Just a kitsune.' A
disconcerting feeling nagged at the back of his cloudy mind, the alcoholic
intoxicant still coursing through his system. He struggled to recall what was
so urgent, what wouldn't leave his consciousness to its misery, what was so
annoyingly persistent in its relevance. Slow as his mental processes were at
the moment, it finally clicked: his keys. Kyo
sighed. The owner of the saké shop had taken one look at him, and felt
sympathetic. No doubt the bartender had seen her own fair share of heartbreak
during her tenure as a barkeep, perhaps countless young adults and teenagers
with their hearts broken, looking to temporarily do the same to their minds.
While the woman had been sympathetic to his situation and waved him in, she
hadn't been completely irresponsible. She had refused to serve him alcohol
while he was still in possession of his keys; she'd also seen her fair share of
the youth attempt to drive away after drinking heavily only to receive
disastrous results, and she had no wish to see it happen any longer. He
had reluctantly complied, and drank himself into a stupor. All the while, he
slurred his story to the floral pattern kimono-clad woman, who lent an unbiased
and nonjudgmental ear. He spoke in English, since even Japanese reminded him of
her; the woman responded to him in fluent English as well. Takamura, as he
found out her name was, had had her own share of troubles and seemed
experienced beyond her appearance of a mere 35 years. There was this air of
elegance and strength about her, an aura that immediately tipped Kyo off so as
not to cross her. He pointed out his admiration of her wisdom, but she
dismissed that idea with a wave of her hand, replying "I simply overhear a
lot of things I probably have no business knowing while tending to my saké
shop. I do know this, however: this place is a gold mine for information. A
drunk tongue is an honest one." He
had left bills behind, more than enough to cover the bill (it had been his way
of thanking her for her generosity and kind heart), and stumbled out the store
while she was busy tending to things in the backroom. He had left without his
keys, and only a significant time after had he bothered to remember it. Turning
around to make his way back to the saké shop, he broke into a run, arms pumping
as he dashed along the Tokyo sidewalk with reckless abandonment. His vision was
blurring even more so than because of the alcohol, due to the thick downpour of
rain that did not seem to be likely to let up anytime soon. He had blinked but
once while running and that was all it took for him to lose his coordination
and overall balance, stumbling and heading right for the floor. Kyo screwed up
his eyes, his lighter flying out of his grasp as his hands clumsily attempting
to protect his face as he fell towards the foggy ground " how long had the
smoke-like gas been there? Someone
grasped him, preventing his fall. Kyo opened his eyes. A
woman was staring back at him, a worried look in her eyes.
“Are you alright?” Her voice sounded
odd, perhaps because of the surgical mask she wore; it was not an uncommon
sight to see people with such masks on, in order to prevent catching colds and
other sicknesses. She seemed to be studying him with her sharp eyes.
“Are you a sssurgeon?” Kyo asked, a
loopy smile coming to his face as he straightened up. “You look like a
sssurgeon, you are, aren’t you?”
The woman’s eyes crinkled; she
seemed to be smiling, though he couldn’t tell under that surgical mask she
wore. “Perhaps, in a manner of speaking.” She tilted her head, sizing him up. “The
scent of alcohol is strong on your breath. What is your name?”
“Watassshi wa namae wa Kyo desssu,”
he responded, hiccupping slightly. “My name isss Kyo. And yoursss?”
“Kuchisa.”
The name sounded oddly familiar, but
he couldn’t place it. Kyo pushed it from his mind. He spotted his lighter a
little ways away, and went over to it, bending down to retrieve it, feeling a
bit safer when its warmth was back in his grasp. “That’sss a pretty name,
Kuchisssa-sssan. Thank you for sssaving me.”
She seemed to be smiling at his
words. “Think nothing of it. Though…do you think my name is as pretty as I am?”
That was an odd question to ask "
even in his inebriated state, Kyo wondered where that question came from. He
had a nagging feeling that that was an important question, that he had heard it
somewhere before, and for some reason, it brought negative connotations with
it. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember when he had heard that question
before; this bothered him, as he was usually good with memory, even when drunk.
Kyo looked at her face, taking in
the features that weren’t obscured by the pale green surgical mask. Her eyes
were dark and intense; her nose sharp. Though she had angular features, she had
a look about her that suggested her face had been smoother at one point. Her
hair was long and tumbled to the side of her left shoulder; curiously, it was
not damp from the rain. He supposed she could be considered attractive, though
she seemed to be several years older than him, nearing her thirties. He
couldn’t particularly tell her she was unattractive, however, as that would be
rude.
“Hai, Kuchisssa-sssan. You are
v-very p-pretty.”
Was it just him, or had the
surrounding area gotten colder? The fog seemed more pronounced, somehow, more
prominent. Beneath her mask, Kuchisa’s grin seemed to grow; Kyo thought she was
pleased with his compliment.
“You are very gracious to say so, Kyo-san.”
Her voice was low now, quiet. “But I wonder…what would you think? You’ve yet to
see all of my face, how can you make an accurate judgment? Perhaps I should
remove my mask. I do not suspect I will be getting sick today, not many people
are out. Would you like to see my face, Kyo-san?” Her voice seemed to compel
him to agree.
This didn’t make any sense. It was
raining heavily, yet Kuchisa thought the only way to get sick was from other
people? She did not have an umbrella. What an odd woman. And yet…he was rather
curious what she looked like without the mask.
Nodding his head, he said, “Y-you
are c-correct, Kuchisssa-sssan.”
Her grin seemed to grow even wider.
“Perhaps you will be shocked by my beauty,” she whispered, grasping the edges
of the surgical mask. She slowly removed it, pulling the elastic corners down
over her ears, and letting it fall to hang around her neck.
Kyo stared at her lower face for a
moment. He blinked. And then he stared some more.
Where Kuchisa’s mouth should have
been, a gaping maw of disfigurement was instead in its place. It looked as
though someone had taken an incredibly sharp blade to her face and carved a
grin into it, her cheeks and mouth horribly butchered. Kuchisa’s mouth was slit
from ear to ear, a Glasgow Grin in place of what had once been whole skin. Her
grin was sinister, grotesque and twisted, and her eyes drastically changed from
the darkest of blacks to an almost blinding white iris. She also seemed paler
now, more ethereal. She tilted her head, smiling her demented smile at the
young man.
“And now?” she asked, sounding
almost as though she were looking for his approval.
“A-and now w-w-what?” Kyo stammered;
it wasn’t only the alcohol’s effect on him this time. He felt the prickly cold
sensation of what he recognized as fear.
“Am I pretty!?” she bellowed,
widening her eyes as she took a step forward. The fog made it harder to see,
but Kyo noticed she was now wielding a pair of impossibly large scissors. From
where had she produced it? Did it simply materialize from the mist? And were
those bloodstains on it?
It was as she was stalking menacingly
towards him that it clicked. Perhaps it was the fear, the rush of adrenaline
that allowed him to think a bit more clearly than before. The bloody scissors
and the mutilated face acted as the catalyst " now he knew where he recognized
her from. Now her name made sense.
Kuchisa. He had
wondered why that name sounded familiar, and now he realized it was part of
another phrase: kuchisake-onna, the
Slit-Mouthed Woman. His mother had warned him of the terrible urban legend of a
samurai who had become enraged at his unfaithful wife, so he had mutilated her
face in a rage, killing her in the process. Her anger at her murder resulted in
her returning as a malevolent spirit, intending to do unto others what her
husband had done to her. It was said that on dark nights such as tonight, the
Kuchisake-Onna would appear to young children while wearing her mask, asking
them if she was pretty. If the child said no, they would be brutally butchered.
If the child said yes, the Kuchisake-Onna would then remove her surgical mask,
asking if they still thought she was beautiful. If the child said no, they
would also die. If the child said yes, the Kuchisake-Onna would carve their
face in a similar fashion, to make them “beautiful” as well.
Well s**t. Kyo was screwed then.
The sharp clacks of her snapping the
scissors caught his attention. S**t s**t s**t, what else was there to the urban
legend? He was sure his mother had told him the way to defeat the
Kuchisake-Onna, but had he been paying attention? Or couldn’t he remember because
he was still sort of drunk?
“Kyo-san,” her high voice called,
impatient, “does my appearance please you?”
He was taking a few steps back,
still trying to think and process why the hell a supernatural creature had
decided to mark him for death. It didn’t make sense: according to the urban
legend, she targeted children, and he was nearly twenty. And wasn’t this
supposed to be an urban legend? What, were oni and kitsune going to reveal
their existences too?
“Average,” a voice
came, soft as a whisper. “Tell her she is
average. This shall confuse her.”
“Y-you are a-a-average,” he blurted,
and the effects were immediate. Kuchisake-Onna faltered in her steps, tilting
her head at his words. He could see the confusion in her eyes, and realized
this was his chance to escape. Breaking into a sprint, he hightailed it out of
there as fast as he could, not looking back.
That didn’t stop the spirit from
appearing before him once more, a nonplussed expression to her face. “I am
average?” Kuchisa questioned, still unsure of what to do.
“A-average,” Kyo repeated, a bit
more firmly this time. He was sobering up quickly, the adrenaline still causing
his heart and mind to race. “You are a-average, no m-more, no lesssss.”
“Am I beautiful?” the Kuchisake-Onna
persisted, unable to process his answer. “Tell me! Am I beautiful!?”
“Ask
her if you are handsome,” the whisper came again. “Answer
her question with one of your own.”
“H-how about me? A-Am I handsssome?”
The Kuchisake-Onna froze " she was
thoroughly unprepared for this, and her hesitance gave Kyo another opportunity
to escape. Down the street he ran, taking a sharp left into a deserted
alleyway. Keeping up his pace, he launched himself towards one of the walls,
kicking off it to use as a base against the next wall, pushing with all his
might against the wall once more to flip backwards over the barbed fence,
landing deftly on the ground. His inebriation seemed to have mostly worn off in
physical terms, but his speech still wasn’t at its best. Kyo silently thanked
his brother for teaching him the art of parkour, as it had never come in as
handy as it did then.
Turning to leave, he glanced about. It
was once he realized that the path lead to a dead end that he realized it was a
rather horrible idea to run to an isolated area with a demonic supernatural
creature attempting to kill him. Kyo cursed audibly " this would be the last
time he drank himself into a stupor, especially if such creatures like
Kuchisake-Onna existed.
“AM
I BEAUTIFUL!?” Her voice was impossibly loud, startling him as she
materialized from the foggy mist, her presence accompanied by the familiar
clacking sound of her shear-like scissors. He couldn’t out run her. He couldn’t
escape from her, and he was doomed to die.
‘And
is that so bad?’ a voice in his mind whispered, one he was all too familiar
with. ‘So what if you die? What have you
to live for? Kikyou? She led you on and left you out to dry. Your mother? You
know you’re her disappointing child, you could never measure up to her
first-born, Kenji. Even he doesn’t acknowledge you that much; some big brother
he is. Or do you still cling to that hope about your fath"‘
“SHUT
UP!” Kyo roared. The Kuchisake-Onna seemed puzzled by his
outburst; she did not advance any further, though her butchered visage
contorted into something akin to fear. The voice had gone silent at Kyo’s
outburst, but he still heard its echo in the corners of his consciousness. ‘It’s right,’ Kyo thought. ‘I’ve nothing to live for. Nothing.’
“You speak to me just like my
husband did,” Kuchisake-Onna intoned. “He was verbally abusive, he would bellow
at me to keep silent and to make no noise, whether in public or private. Honour is all that
wretched samurai cared about. He did not care about me, or my needs, only
honourable, dignified appearances.” Her voice sounded soft, at this point.
Wistful. “There was a time he was loving and kind, however. Once, long ago, he
was a different man. But he soon transformed, his personality far uglier than
I. It was he who drove me into the arms of another man. It was he who did this
to himself. It was he who did this to me.
But,” she grinned, “It is I who shall
do the same to you!” She had worked herself up into a frenzy, and the rapidity
with which her scissors clacked reflected that. She once again began
approaching the boy before her, her mind intent on continuing the honourable legacy her husband had first
bestowed upon her.
“You a-are be-beautiful,” Kyo said
softly, before closing his eyes. He was resigned to his fate " it wasn’t as
though he could escape the apparition. A hint of acknowledgement sparked in the
brilliant eyes of the vengeful spirit, before she answered.
“Then
I shall make you beautiful as well!” She lunged towards him, the enormous
scissors widened and searing towards his head.
“And harm such a pretty face? I
don’t think so.”
Kyo’s eyes flew open, as he heard
yet another voice. It was a distinctly female voice, and he had thought they
were alone. An ofuda, a paper
talisman, came whirring from down a foggy rooftop, and intercepted the
scissors, stopping it in its tracks. The glowing paper talisman wrapped around
the blades, preventing them from opening. The Kuchisake-Onna shrieked, trying
and failing to regain control of her scissors. Kyo looked up " he could barely
make out the shape of the woman before she leaped down and landed nimbly upon
the solid ground.
His fatigue catching up with him, Kyo
stumbled when he tried to back away from the Kuchisake-Onna. He felt his
consciousness slip away from him, for the briefest of moments, as he only had
an instant to recognize he was about to collide painfully with the ground.
A
pair of firm hands appeared before him, one catching him around the waist with
the other on his chest. His momentum caused him and his saviour to lower,
though not enough to hit the ground, before being righted back up into a
standing position. Kyo opened his eyes.
“T-thank you,” Kyo began, but she
was not having it, an angry expression upon her face. "How can you expect to make it home if you're
running recklessly, stumbling through the streets drunk? Be more careful," she scolded, her hands still
about his waist and chest. It took him a moment to realize it, but his face
seemed to be flushed more so than the alcohol would justify, and his heart was
beating rapidly. Moments later, he took note of the hand on his chest, its
touch cool, right over his heart. Kyo's
eyes widened, and he took a step back, away from her hands. The girl’s touch
was seared into his mind, its lack of warmth striking him as unusual, before he
remembered they were in the middle of a downpour of rain; of course she was
going to be cold. She
gave him an odd, quizzical look, something that only served to unsettle him
some more. “You’re rather warm for someone who is drenched in rain,” she
acknowledged, studying him cryptically. He had been gazing at her for a few
moments, and yet her fierce look was already emblazoned in his memory, despite
his inebriated state. Her reflective,
dark eyes, her petite nose, her creamy skin, her red lips, a white rose in her
hair...even with her hair slick with rain and all about her face...this woman
is beautiful. It
was then that he remembered his mother's warnings, those that he had ignored so
recklessly before. Do not fall for looks
alone, my sweet child, lest you be ensnared by wicked temptation. "A-A-Arigatō," he whispered
slurrily, bowing as deeply as his drunken state would let him. "Y-you have
s-sssaved me f-from an unpleasssant ssstate." "A
fate that you could've all too well avoided yourself, had you taken care not to
get so mind-numbingly drunk," she rebuked, but her harsh words were
softened when she followed them with a smile. "And where were you off to
in such a rush...?" He
realized she was waiting for him to say his name. "K-Kyo," he
stuttered, tongue way too loose for his liking. He had just met this woman, and
he already seemed to be making a fool of himself. "I wasss jussst
h-h-heading back to Taka-Takamura'sss sssake ssshop. I forgot my keysss." "Perhaps
the gods were looking down on you, and made sure you did. Otherwise, I'm sure
your driving would have resulted in a fate much worse than falling to the
ground." Her quizzical eyes summed him up as she brushed back wet strands
of hair from her face, pausing before she returned the polite gesture. "I
am called Hatsumomo." ‘First peach,' he thought. Looking over her features, he saw how
her face was small and delicate, her cheeks slightly rosy, and her lips red and
luscious. 'Fitting.' "I-It
isss a pleasssure to meet you, H-Hatsssumomo-sssan."
“Save your pleasantries for later,
Kyo-kun. We’ve got company, or have you forgotten?”
An ethereal scream served to emphasize
her point. The Kuchisake-Onna advanced slowly, taking time to stew in her rage.
“You will suffer for your insolence, onmyoji! Such a low-level binding spell
could not possibly keep me from killing you!” The clacking of her scissors
underlined her words, the metallic clanging drawing nearer and getting louder.
“We’ve gotta go! Come with me if you
want to live!” Hatsumomo grasped his hand, her touch still unsettling, as she
pulled him into a run alongside her. Just like that, they were running. Where,
Kyo knew not. Away from the dead-end corner they sprinted, following the
winding paths of open-ended alleys and intersecting pathways. All the while,
they remained isolated from the main streets and stuck to the shadows.
“It’sss ussselesssss,” Kyo shouted,
“she’ll catch ussss no matter what we do! She jussst won’t give up!”
“Neither will we!” Hatsumomo yelled
back, before casting an eye back to see that Kuchisake-Onna was floating behind
them, her dark hair billowing out behind her and a mad look in her lifeless
eyes. “Be quiet, Kuchisake-Onna! Remain out of sight and keep silent at all
times!”
“What’re you doing!?” Kyo gasped,
disbelieving. Was she trying to incite the spectre’s wrath?
Hatsumomo ignored him, instead
calling out to the ethereal spirit. “Must you be so loud? Must you be so
troublesome? You will regret your actions, I will make sure of it!”
“Ssstop!! You’re going to pissss her
off, you sssound like her husssb"”
“Her husband, I know! That’s the
point!”
Kuchisake-Onna’s fury was tangible:
a chill descended upon them, and she made wide sweeps with her bladed scissors,
shrieking at them all the while. “You
dare speak to me in such a manner? An ugly creature such as yourself!? You will
regret your lewd tongue, insolent girl, I will cut it out myself! I will
personally make you beautiful, so that your visage may be what your personality
cannot!”
This didn’t seem to faze the girl at
all, as she finally led Kyo to a stretch of isolated land that housed a rather
large building that he didn’t recognize. She let go of his hand, but she didn’t
seem to be slowing down; with the sudden release, Kyo stumbled, falling to the
ground as Hatsumomo disappeared from his sight. Scrambling up, he made to dash
after her, but Kuchisake-Onna materialized before him, cutting off his path.
Kyo didn’t know what to do " had
Hatsumomo betrayed him? Had she sacrificed him just so she could get away? No,
that didn’t make sense…why would she save him only to ditch him to his death?
Did she have some sort of a plan? She certainly didn’t say anything to him
about it. Suddenly he felt the beginnings of doubt crawl into his mind. Who was
she, and why had he trusted her? She was a stranger. Sure, she had saved him
before, but had she only done that to give him hope before dooming him? She was
beautiful, just as beautiful, if not more so, than Kikyou. She had also proven
herself clever and skilled. Had his mother not warned him? 'Beautiful but
deadly. Do not fall for looks alone, my sweet child, lest you be ensnared by
wicked temptation.”
“Are you?” he murmured, eyes
downcast as he felt a sort of defeated calm come over him. He recognized it as
disappointment. It had happened again. He had fallen for it once more. His eyes
flashed angrily, glaring in the direction of in which she had run off. “ARE YOU A KITSSSUNE!?”
Silence.
And then…”She is not a kitsune. She is an ally. Trust her.”
There it was again. That voice…the
one that seemed to come from within his head, the warm one. Anger pushed out
his thoughts of the voice, and his remark was simple.
“I’m not one for trussst.”
Ever closer Kuchisake-Onna drew, her
giant shears snapping pointedly. As a last ditch effort, Kyo pulled out his
lime-green lighter, feeling its warmth even though he hadn’t summoned the flame
yet. Sparking the wheel, the white-blue flame burst to life, flickering as it
thrived in the air. Thrusting his hand forward, he put the fire between him and
the demon spirit as though it would ward her off.
“Back off!” he shouted, waving his
arm haphazardly. “You’re made of ectoplasssm, aren’t you? I don’t know much
about it, but I’m betting it’sss flammable. Care to tessst my theory?”
Kuchisake-Onna did not hesitate in
the slightest, as she zoomed towards him, her enormous scissors opened wide and
ready to slash at him. Instinctively bringing his valued lighter back to him,
Kyo closed his eyes in anticipation for the blow, exhaling what may have been
his last.
A shriek caused his eyes to fly
open, as he witnessed a large torrent of flames engulf the sinister spirit. Her
scream was ethereal and haunting, horrifying Kyo as he witnessed the mass of
flames that was Kuchisake-Onna.
What scared him even more was where
the flames had come from: Kyo himself.
Surprise seized him, as he tried to
process what happened: from whence had those flames come? His first instinct had
been that Hatsumomo had summoned them, but she was nowhere near him. And when
he had opened his eyes, he had seen the flames emanating from his mouth. But
how?
‘The
alcohol,’ Kyo realized. He had been drinking rather heavily earlier,
and perhaps when he had exhaled, it had been enough fuel to start a chain
reaction with his lighter’s flame. Even then, to think that he was capable of
scorching Kuchisake-Onna…surely his breath wasn’t that powerful? And wasn’t it
raining? How had his lighter even managed to stay alight?
“In here!” Hatsumomo’s voice broke
his contemplation, and he saw her gazing at him in surprise before he dashed
towards to nearby warehouse. Outside, the rain was starting to put out the inferno
on the ghost, and her shrieks only seemed to grow more and more feral. She was
in hot pursuit, shrieking like a banshee as she threatened them with brutal
retribution.
“I
will not be bested by children! I will not be defeated! I am Kuchisake-Onna,
the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and I am the most beautiful woman to ever live! I
killed my blood-thirsty samurai husband, I will not be bested by an onmyoji and
a drunk! I refuse it! Die now, and be gone from my sight, you ugly, wretched
things!”
“Why must you be so angry? Cool
down,” Hatsumomo mused, nonchalantly. Pulling out an ofuda talisman from her
back pocket, she threw it in the direction of Kuchisake-Onna, who saw it coming
and snipped it clean in half.
“Your
tricks will not work a second time, witch! You must think me a fool to attempt
the same jest twice!”
“No, I don’t think you a fool. I
think you distracted.” It was just before Kuchisake-Onna snipped the talisman
that a second talisman broke away from the first, catching the spirit by
surprise and binding to her forehead. Immediately, she froze, paralyzed as the
kanji on the ofuda glowed a brilliant white. Raising a hand with her index and
middle fingers pointed up, the rest curled, Hatsumomo thrust out her other palm
in the direction of the Kuchisake-Onna.
“I’m only a beginner, so I normally
wouldn’t be able to generate much water on my own.” Hatsumomo’s eyebrows
slanted downwards, a focused look coming onto her face. “I can only create and
control small amounts of water vapour. Unfortunately for you, the fact that
it’s raining outside greatly helps me " I may not be able to produce a lot of water, but I certainly
can control it.”
The letters on the ofuda grew
brighter, and Kyo could make them out now: it read FREEZE. He was just about to ask how she had managed to bind the
spirit, but all of the windows imploded simultaneously, the work of exploding
paper talismans, and a torrential downpour of rain from outside flew in,
flooding the room. Not losing a beat, Hatsumomo bit the thumb of the hand with
the palm thrust out, blood flowing out, and tapped her index and middle fingers
of the same hand on each other, before drawing symbols in the air before her
with her bloodied fingers. Kyo read them as she wrote it, and realized she was
writing the kanji for ‘Binding Technique
#13: Water Prison.’
Thrusting her palm out, a slip of
paper materialized around the writing in the air, and she cast the ofuda
towards the Kuchisake-Onna’s forehead, lying on top of the first, and instantly
the water rose up and engulfed Kuchisake-Onna, forming a massive liquid sphere
around her. Hatsumomo again began to write on the air before her, and this time
she winced, groaning slightly as she scribbled ‘Binding Technique #19: Frozen Fortress.’ Repeating the process
once more, her palm summoned the paper which appeared around her writing, and
she tossed it towards her opponent once more, the ofuda attaching itself to the
flowing water prison. Narrowing her eyes at the immobilized and unresponsive
ghost, she murmured, “Chill out,” she mocked, and Kyo just stared at her. Did she
really just utter a lame pun?
Hatsumomo’s right hand was still
closed aside from her index and middle fingers, and her left palm that was
stretched outwards closed, and the water forming the prison instantly froze
over, sealing the spirit within as the paper talisman glowed to indicate it was
active. In the middle of the room, Kuchisake-Onna stood, defeated within an orb
of ice. Sighing, Hatsumomo slid down to her knees, hands on the ground as she
panted from exhaustion. Despite that, she still managed to find the strength
for a weak smile.
“W-what wasss that…?” Kyo asked,
disbelieving. He had just witnessed more supernatural phenomena in under an
hour than he had in his entire life. A ghost, a witch, and magic. Magic. All of it was real? “A-Are you a
w-witch?”
Hatsumomo chuckled, before gasping,
clutching her chest. Kyo was instantly at her side, gazing at her concernedly.
“I’m fine,” she assured him, and he sat beside her, watching her carefully.
“And no, I’m not a witch. I’m an onmyoji. Though I suppose the differences are
few and far in-between.”
“I’ve never heard of an onmyoji
before. What isss that?”
Hatsumomo seemed drained, her
breathing laboured and coming in ragged, deep breaths. “Too much to explain
now…let’s save that…for when we get back to Takamura’s. You’ve got to…get your
keys…remember?”
She seemed to be in pain, as though
her activities had put a huge strain on her. Kyo reached out a trembling hand
and placed it on her forehead, which was incredibly cool. Was she getting sick
because of the rain?
“You’re…warm,” she murmured, eyes
fluttering between open and closed. Her breathing seemed to steadily even out,
and she absentmindedly reached up to make sure the white rose was still at her
right temple.
“You sssound like you’re…”
“…Dying? Hardly.” She gave him a
weak grin. “It’s just that…I’m an apprentice, relatively new to the practice of
Onmyodo. Normally, I wouldn’t be able to harness enough chi to pull off such
intensive moves. I’m surprised I was even capable of executing such high-level
techniques, especially for someone of my level. I lied when I told her I could
control that amount of water. Those were the first enchantments I’ve managed to
cast, my first mizudo.” She saw his
puzzled look. “Mizudo is “the Way of the Water”, which is skill set used by
those capable of the mystic elemental arts " their spirit must be adaptable and
fluid if they are to efficiently use the spells of the mizudo. At my level,
though, I can only do low-ranking defensive mizudo techniques. It helped that
it was rainy outside, since it drastically reduced the amount of water I would
need to have successfully cast the binding mizudo, but still, transforming
water into ice was difficult and way out of my league. It’s an incredibly
advanced technique, and I was only capable with great risk to myself; I suspect
that I used up far more chi than I intended, which led to physical
repercussions. I suppose Lady Luck was smiling down on me this night.” She
paused, sighing as she slowly began to feel better. “As I am now, I only have
control over water vapour, which I make effective use for as covers and
defensive maneuvers. Let’s just be glad that the spells worked, otherwise I
suspect we would be the ones not moving.”
Kyo followed her gaze towards the
bound Kuchisake-Onna, and Hatsumomo saw his unspoken question in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, she’s not going anywhere. We can leave her here for now, no one
will be able to undo the spell unless they are of greater skill than I.
Onmyojis are few and far in between, and I only know of one other.”
“Who?” There were others?
“As a matter of fact, you met her
earlier tonight. It is to her shop that we will now return.”
Kyo gasped. Takamura. There had been something about her, some wisdom he felt
she possessed " had that been because she was an onmyoji?
Hatsumomo grinned. “Let me guess.
She seemed really wise, right? Like she knew more than she was letting on, and
that she was knowledgeable beyond her years, am I right? You've no idea how
true that is. Shall we get going?” She smiled politely, but Kyo could tell she had a mischievous quality to
her.
"S-SSSure,"
Kyo said. "Let usss be on our way." They
made their way back to Takamura's saké shop, Hatsumomo holding Kyo by the arm
so as to steady him and prevent him from falling again. It wasn't long before
the large sign in kanji came into view, reading Takamura's Saké Shop - Drown Your Sorrows To Death. They entered
the shop, sopping wet and dripping on her carpet, a fact that did not escape
Takamura's notice.
"Oi! Anata no wa nani o shite
iru to omoimasu ka? What do you think you are doing?? Get over here, stop dripping on my carpet, and stand
by the fire!" She
gestured towards the blazing fireplace, and Hatsumomo murmured an apology to
Takamura while dragging Kyo to the chairs near the fire. Its warmth was
refreshing, and the flames leapt high as they crackled merrily. Takamura kept a
sharp eye on the couple, a rather unamused expression on her face. She did not
appreciate having her ornate, hand-woven Chinese carpet ruined, for it had been
a gift. Belatedly,
after hearing Takamura speak part of her sentence in English (apparently the
only part that wasn't shouted angrily at them), Kyo realized that Hatsumomo had
also spoken English as well. "Be
more careful," she had said. Kyo blinked in surprise. "Where
did you learn English?" he questioned in the tongue, impressed. He hadn't
met many people fluent in English. "Online,"
she responded in English, not bothering to elaborate further. "Takamura
also entertains my language preference; not as many people understand it here,
so it's easier to speak freely." She had a cryptic smile about her, and it
only served to confuse Kyo even more.
His mastery over his speech was
coming back to him, and this was good: now he could figure out what the hell had
just happened. Turning back to his new companion,
he arched an eyebrow. Seeing his look, she nodded " she knew he had to have a
ton of questions for her.
“Alright, alright. Where do you want
to begin?”
“First things first: what in the
seven hells is an onmyoji?”
Hatsumomo pondered on that. “Jeez,
Abe no Seimei would be rolling in his grave right now. How to explain it? I
suppose defining it first is best. An onmyoji is a practitioner of the Onmyodo
arts, the Way of Yin and Yang. There are many different subsets, and many
different methods with which to employ it. I personally prefer the ofuda, as it
is easier for me to handle and channel my chi into the paper talismans, though
there are those who would rather allocate their abilities from feng shui, a
form of Chinese geomancy, those who can summon the spirit-like Shikigami to do
one’s bidding, and even the Gobosei, the pentagram style of the mystic arts.”
“Is that all there is?”
“No. There are countless ways to tap
into one’s reserve of life force, which, as you know, is referred to as chi here in Japan. Elsewhere, they call
it mana, chakra, and a whole host of
other things. I’ve even heard it called furyoku.
In the end, it is all the same: the energy of life within us that connects us
to nature and the natural circle of life. But that is not all: it’s more than
that. It is also the link between an individual and all of creation, as we are
all a small part of the whole, the universe itself. A small change can have big
ramifications, regardless of whether or not it’s for the better or worse.” She
raised a single finger. “I am a single person with the potential for great
power. This power lies within us all, as we all hold a small piece of it.
Regardless of race, creed, gender, or any other dividing characteristic, we are
all connected by the greatest link of all: life.” Kyo stared blankly at her. “You’re
sounding super cheesy right now.”
She laughed. “Cheesy or not, it’s
true. I know it’s a lot to take in, but that’s the way of things. You’ve now
been introduced into a world that not many are privy too. Although I suspect
that if they knew at what price it came, they would prefer to be ignorant to
it.”
“What of Kuchisake-Onna? She was
real all along? I thought she was an urban legend.”
“Even urban legends have their roots
in the truth. If you believe the legends are lies, you’d do well to remember
that every lie contains a seed of truth.”
“Kitsune? Oni? Teke Teke?”
“Yes, yes, and I’m not too sure, though
I don’t know anyone alive who has ever seen them. Operative word being ‘alive.’
I guess if they really had met her, we shouldn’t expect them to confirm.”
“Why were you there? On a rooftop,
watching over her and myself, when
there was no one else there?”
She brushed back her hair behind her
white rose, dismissing his implications. “Don’t flatter yourself. I wasn’t
following you, I was tracking the
strong spiritual presence I felt. I had been sensing it for a few weeks now,
and there have been some children unfortunate enough to go missing and presumed
deceased. Takamura had dispatched me to disperse the malevolent spirit, as a
sort of training regimen to better my abilities " ‘on the field, real life
experience’ and all that.”
“Wait, Takamura’s training you? You’re her apprentice " she’s your mentor?”
“Yes, she is. Intense
and unforgiving, but she gets the job done with marvellous results. Anyways,
she sent me to dispel the evil spirit haunting this city. However,
whenever I did manage to track down her latest target, she would have been long
gone. It was by chance that I came across you, and by extension,
Kuchisake-Onna. I followed you, waiting for an opportunity to take her by
surprise, because it’s the most effective element in a hostile situation.
Thanks to your being easy bait, she became easy pickings for me as well.” She
grinned at him. “Thanks a lot, Kyo-kun~” she teased, “You were a great help.”
Something seemed to click. “Wait, is
that why she let me drink? To send me as bait to lure out Kuchisa, er,
Kuchisake-Onna? But why me? How did you know she would go for me?”
Leaning in close, Hatsumomo raised a
single finger. “Simple.” Pointing at him, she poked him right in the chest.
“Spirits are attracted to people and things with strong spiritual auras " pure
things such as children are often victims of the paranormal as a result. Maybe
she mistook you as a child. You are, after all, baby-faced. You also have your
own spiritual presence, Kyo, and Takamura made quick note of it and swiftly
adapted you into the plan on how to lure out and defeat Kuchisake-Onna. You
were a random anomaly no one saw coming, so I suspect the fates had a hand in
this.” Smiling all the more brightly, she nudged him playfully in the arm. “We
were meant to meet. That’s what I believe.”
Kyo racked his brains for more
questions, fishing in his pocket to play with his lighter. He knew he had a
lot, but he was having trouble figuring out how to word them. “Okay, so you say
you’re not a witch. But are you a…a waterbender?”
That had her laughing heartily, a
beautiful, tinkling sound that caused Kyo’s heart to race. He had made her
laugh. “What, like Katara from Avatar:
The Last Airbender? No, no, I’m not a waterbender. As I said, I’m just an
onmyoji, and I just so happen to have an affinity for water. Though, from what
I witnessed, you may have an affinity yourself.”
Kyo arched an eyebrow. “What do you
mean?”
“She means there is more than you
than meets the eye.” Takamura
joined the conversation from behind her bar, leaning on her forearms which
seemed to cup her large breasts, gazing at them both. She produced a kiseru, a Japanese
smoking pipe, from her dark hair which subsequently tumbled down from its bun,
cascading down her back; Kyo realized she had been using the kiseru to keep her
hair in place. She lit it and puffed languidly on it, exhaling copious clouds
of smoke. "You wouldn’t happen to be a Transformer, would you?” Kyo
was laughing, but Hatsumomo was taken by surprise. “Takamura, it’s rather odd
of you to make a joke. If I hadn’t been taught to believe none of what I hear
and half of what I see, I’d almost think that you were capable of humour.” “Oh,
I’m quite capable of humour, Hatsumomo.” Inhaling deeply, she cast an unamused
eye towards the girl. “Only few people seem to understand it, however. But
that’s another topic for another time. What have you been up to? If this Kyo
boy knows of your abilities as an onmyoji, I’m going to assume you actually had
an encounter with that troublesome spirit. I should hope you were not showing
off your techniques as a means with which to impress him into courting you.” Hatsumomo
and Kyo both blushed, though he did note that it looked cute on her. Hatsumomo
caught his eye, before darting her gaze away. “N-No, I had no choice. We were attacked
by the Kuchisake-Onna, he helped me to distract her while I imprisoned her
within the Water Prison and Frozen Fortress mizudo techniques. She’s
immobilized in a warehouse far from where any civilians could get to her.
There’s no way she’s getting out, we’ve got her.” Takamura
nodded, acknowledging Hatsumomo’s work as acceptable. She puffed for a moment
on her kiseru, taking a second to revel in it, before speaking. “Did
you learn anything from your experience today? It would hardly prove fruitful
to do a task without learning the moral Aesop behind it.” “Er…when
fishing for spirits, use drunk boys as bait?” Takamura
cracked a smile. “’Assistance often comes in the most unusual of ways, and
usually turns complete strangers into unwitting allies.’ But close enough. Did
he help you at all?” “Surprisingly,
yes. He certainly seems to have the potential to become prodigious in the
elemental arts. What I saw from him surprised me, if we’re still operating by
the ‘believe none of what you hear and half of what you see’ rule. I’ll tell
you more later.” Takamura
narrowed her eyes, eyebrows slanting as her dark eyes studied the boy before
her. Rather abruptly, she switched tracks, still speaking to Hatsumomo. “How's
your sister?" "I
imagine she's alive and well, Takamura, though as isolated as ever. It's as
though she doesn't care to acknowledge her only sibling, especially after we
lost our parents several years ago." She gazed downward as she reflected,
speaking almost as though to herself. "It's been nine years, Takamura, and
still the pain does not lessen. I imagine I'd have to live with this for the
rest of my life, Sayuri too. And yet, she does not reach out to her sister as I
do to her. Why is that?" She ended her question with a sorrowful tone, one
that made Kyo feel bad for her. Takamura
inhaled, exhaling smoke lazily through her fine nostrils. She gazed at
Hatsumomo sagely. "Because different people handle the same problem
differently. Some latch onto others more fiercely, others distance themselves.
As alike as you are, you two are also equally different. You've reached out to
her, attempting to strengthen your bond. She shies away, because she is not
willing to lose anyone else she loves. Even if she has to lose you in the
process to do it. She is feeling her own pain over this, so I'd leave her be if
I were you. Should it be ordained that you two reconcile, it shall come to be. The
pain does not lessen, but your ability to cope with it increases. Trust in no
more than that." "You
always know what to say, Takamura." Hatsumomo smiled her gentle smile, one
that Takamura returned. "Are you sure you're not a benevolent
Kitsune?" Takamura
scoffed. "Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Hatsumomo. I still expect
you to pay for sogging up my carpet and dripping over my premises." She waggled
the kiseru threateningly. Hatsumomo knew better than to argue. "Would
I cheat you, Takamura-san?" Hatsumomo smiled innocently. Takamura snorted
in response. "You
may feel that you're clever enough to get your way, Hatsumomo-chan, but I know you only use
honourifics with me when you want something. Don't even try it. Not to mention
you've got a tab to pay." Hatsumomo
frowned. Takamura was a tough lady, and one with an unbending will. There was
no point in trying to convince her. And that tab was enormous...it would take
forever to pay off. "I'll
pay it." Hatsumomo
turned to Kyo in surprise, her face one of pure shock. Who was he to pay her
tab? He didn't even know her that well, and he was already doing her this
kindness? Takamura
narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Kyo got up and pulled out his wallet,
bringing several bills out of it. He placed them on the table, and Takamura
swatted it away without batting an eye. "I
don't want your money." She waved him away dismissively, and he just
stared at her bewildered. "I want hers." "But-" "Don't
bother, Kyo," Hatsumomo interjected. "I know Takamura very well. She
believes that people should pay their own things, take care of their own
affairs, and settle their own debts. Self-sufficient to a fault, she's foreign
to outside help and expects the same from her patrons." She chuckled.
"Admirable, but old-fashioned." "This
is her debt to settle, boy," Takamura said bluntly, pointing her kiseru at
him. "Hers and hers alone." "But
I paid you extra when I came here earlier and you said nothing about
that!" "That
was for the advice and the lending of an ear. I've only got two, you
know." Hatsumomo
laughed brightly. "That's Takamura for you, an opportunistic woman if
there ever was one. Alright, then, Takamura. Deduct from my tab the pay for
this Kuchisake-Onna job. I’m slowly working my way to freedom!" The
barkeep snorted. “You weren’t saying that nine years ago when I saved you from
that wretched fate you had in store. I haven’t heard a single complaint these
past nine years that you had a roof over your head, food in your stomach, and
knowledge in your head.” Hatsumomo smiled sheepishly, not bothering to disagree
" it was true, she was grateful that Takamura had taken her in. Takamura
turned to Kyo. "Where are you staying, Kyo?" "With
my older brother Kenji, he's out of town at the moment." "Go
upstairs and take the third room on the right. My bar also happens to be the
bottom floor of my inn." Kyo's
eyes widened. "B-but why? I'm perfectly fine going home by mysel--" "Not
in this state, you're not. You may appear sober, but I know a drunk when I see
one. Besides, you came back for your car keys, right?" She produced the
keys from within the folds of her kimono sleeve. "You shan't be getting
them until sunrise. Now go." And with that, she tossed the keys back up
her sleeve as she brought her hands together, out of sight once more. Kyo
could do nothing but as she asked. Well, not necessarily asked, more so dictated. He was quickly getting to know
what Hatsumomo meant by "typical Takamura." Up
the stairs he stumbled, unaware of the presence behind him. He paused halfway
up, leaning against the railing to gather his bearings and catch a breath. He
had almost died tonight. That seemed
surreal to him " he had never really expected to be fallible to death this
young, his life hadn’t even really started yet, even if he had experienced so
much. Sighing, he composed himself before he remembered that he felt a presence,
and turned around. No one was there. That seemed rather odd. Nevertheless, he
continued his small trek up towards the rooms. It wasn't until he reached the
top and turned to open the door did he realize that Hatsumomo had followed him,
and strode into his room, turning on the light as she did so. "W-what're
you doing?" Kyo stuttered, perplexed by her boldness. Wasn't it
inappropriate for men and women to share the same room to sleep? "I
live in this inn too, y’know. There's room for two." "But
it's not right for men and women to share the same roo-" "Oh,
lighten up, will you? We’re a married couple, right? It's not like we're
obligated to do anything. What're you scared of?" At
the mention of a married couple, Kyo reddened immensely. 'What is she saying? Why is she taking this so lightly??' The
blush didn't escape her notice. "Oooh, is Kyo-kun embarrassed?" She chuckled at that, a playful sort of mirth
exuding from her. "What's there to be embarrassed about? Listen, Kyo.
Things are only as awkward as you make them. Don't go showing those lovely red
cheeks of yours to every situation you encounter." "I'm
not embarrassed!" He avoided her gaze, his eyes darting around the room to
distract him from the situation. He wasn't at his best right now, and she was
making a fool of him. He didn't like that. Looking
around, he noticed a wall piece above the fireplace mantle. Two hooks stood
out, and perched on them was a long, elegant sword. The pitch black sheath was
elaborately designed, images of fantastically drawn, blood-red dragons soaring
along unto the tip. The handle was wrought with what appeared to be gold,
ornately crafted and gave forth a presence of great power and delicate
appearance, a precarious yet masterful balance. Kyo stood there, almost transfixed
by the sword. Hatsumomo followed his gaze, and seemed to feel the same way,
letting out an awed gasp as she stared on " this room was usually locked, so
she had never seen its contents. Silently, they began to approach it, hands
stretched out to touch the handle. It had sharp ridges, which paradoxically
made it seem hostile yet gave one ease of grip. Kyo's hand hesitantly neared
the handle. "Yamate!" Kyo's
hands stopped short of the blade, his head whipping around to face the owner of
the voice. Hatsumomo did the same, and both cringed as a sharp, flickering
light was cast upon them. The room was dark except for this light; Kyo realized
somebody must've turned off the light. He figured Takamura did, with some sort
of frugal attempt to save money in mind. He and Hatsumomo raised hands to their
eyes, attempting to block out the flickering blaze in the oil lantern Takamura
carried. "What
do you think you are doing?" Takamura's words were sharp, though not so
much as her gaze. While her attractive face kept calm, Kyo could tell in the
way that her eyebrows slanted and her tone that she was none too pleased. "We
were just looking at the sword. It's really interesting, I feel drawn to it. I
was wondering if I could hav--" "No.
Go to bed." "But
I'll pay you a lot for it, I really need this swor--" "It
is not for sale. Go to bed." Kyo realized his defeat. By the light of the lantern, he was able to find his way to the bed, Hatsumomo taking the bed across from his. Takamura's watchful eyes never left them for a moment until they were in bed. It was then she strode over to the sword hitched on the wall above the mantelpiece and removed it from its place holder, slinging it across her back. She made to leave the room, looking back once more at them and leaving some lingering words. "It's for the best if you do not touch this sword, Kyo. It is said that it was forged by a most cruel and vicious ancient demon spirit, and whosoever unsheathes it will succumb to its power and be doomed to slaughter all, strangers and loved ones alike, as punishment for daring to wield this demonic blade." She gave him an appraising look once more, her beautiful face impassive. "And it seems to me you've lost loved ones enough." With that ominous warning, she strode from the room, taking the light with her and leaving Kyo to the darkness and his thoughts. © 2014 Sharmake Abdi Bouraleh
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Added on May 25, 2014 Last Updated on May 25, 2014 Tags: fiction, original, original fiction, fantasy, fantasy fiction, fantasy-fiction, adventure, adventure fiction, fantasy adventure, action, anime, manga, novel, series, comedy, humor, drama, romance AuthorSharmake Abdi BouralehOntario, CanadaAboutI'm a writer, but I don't know what to write here. Awks. more..Writing
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