Japanese Demons 7

Katsuya's violent nature displayed again.
They were in a shed somewhere in a far country. He'd run until it was nighttime and then stopped where he thought she could sleep, but she began to shiver from cold. He would take her to his home, but she couldn't survive there. Inside the shed she watched as he dissolved back into his human shape, the one she had found him in so long ago. She hesitated to approach him, it had been so long...then the little girl inside her took over and she ran to him and squeezed him tight.

"Katsuya sama!" She cried, "I was so afraid you'd never come back for me, and I would end up wed to that horrible Kogaratu!" His dog fur prickled against her face and to her horror she felt tears well up inside her eyes. Katsuya sama hated outbursts like that, and she gulped it down.

He held her away from him. "Go to sleep." He commanded and as always she obeyed, curling up in a corner of the shed. He looked down at her. Were humans supposed to be that thin?
Momoko woke from a bad dream alone in the shed. She was trembling from the cold, and the white moonlight shone in the doorway. "Katsuya sama?" She asked hesitantly. He was not there, but someone appeared in the doorway.

"What have we here?" Came a rough, unfamiliar voice. There were two of them, grown men with dirty headbands. She could see their black outlines in the night and they were blocking the entrance so she could not escape.

"It's a girl. How much money do you think she'll bring?" One asked his partner. Momoko shrunk back against the shed wall as he came closer. "Don't worry," he assured her with a sneer, "we won't hurt you!"

There was a deep-throated snarl. "Hey, who's there?" The other asked and turned around, in time to get slashed in half. Momoko's eyes widened as his bloody shreds fell to the ground and Katsuya stood where he had been, his taloned hand black and dripping. She'd forgotten exactly how he was like when he killed. He allowed the other man to run past, shrieking as Katsuya's glowing amethyst eyes met Momoko's round scared ones. For a second she felt Katsuya's expressionless gaze on her and then he was gone too.

"No, wait!" Forgetting her fear from a moment before she bolted out the door. Katsuya caught up with the robber in a heartbeat, his blood on fire with the thrill of killing. He slashed him from behind and the man fell, screaming. Katsuya kneeled on his back, his hand raised. He didn't need his swords for this one. A small hand fisted his kimono sleeve and pulled, earning his blazing stare. How could Momoko have caught up with him this fast?

"Please don't, Katsuya sama, please, please, please..."

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" He asked, his voice dark and dangerous. "If it weren't for me you'd be dead...or..." He didn't go on, but at her desperate face the rage slowly faded out of his eyes and they ceased to glow. He got up and left the man on the ground, knowing he'd be dead by morning as it was. Katsuya tossed a small leather bag at Momoko. He went back into the shed, leaving Momoko holding the robber's currency. She watched as he started a fire, and remembered the pile of wood she'd ru past. He'd known she was cold and went to get wood for her, because she was sure he'd never get it for himself. He never cooked and she had never once seen him shiver or blow on his hands. She'd been with him for two years and she knew she would never really know him. But she trusted him.

Momoko was watching him, seeing how in the darkness his eyes reflected the sparks. He looked moody and strange in the firelight, wrapped in his fur shroud and his silver hair that never got tangled wafting in the breeze. It was a little cold, and she felt the urge to go sit by him and bury her face in his fur. Yet, she refrained. It had been so long since she had seen him before, and she didn't know what he was thinking, feeling. Was he mad at her? He was so strange and so beautiful that it almost seemed sacrilegious to touch him. It was dark and she was experiencing something new, a momentary fit of fear of him. Then she got up and went to sit down beside him, putting her hand on his fur.

He looked down and she was smiling into his face. Azuka never smiled at him like that. He smiled ever so slightly back at her, and the kindness in his eyes warmed her to her toes. She laid her small head against his side and closed her eyes. It didn't matter that the side of her not facing the fire was cold, that she was going to be hungry for a long long time, that there might be robbers or predators about, because with Katsuya sama she was safe. He had smiled at her so he didn't want her gone. She gave a sigh of utter contentment. Katsuya blinked and looked up at the sky. What was happening to him? If she stayed around much longer, he was going to turn into a soft pile of mush. He would become so incompetent some puny warrior in training would overcome him and send him to hell. All the demons in the spirit realm already ridiculed him, though none dare do it to his face. Not after what he did to Kogaratu, Azuka and that demoness in Momoko's village.

His thoughts turned to someone else. A girl wrapped in green with shining black hair and obsidian eyes. He remembered her last words and felt a hot fury. He stirred restlessly. This human child had used him as a leaning post for long enough. "Go away and leave me alone, Momoko." He said. When he still felt the pressure against his arm a moment later, he craned his neck to look down at her. The girl's head was making a dent in his white, dog fur mantle and her chest rose gently in sleep.
Rather than wake her, he slipped off his fur and let her slide to the ground on top of it. He folded it over her until she was a mound of white fur on the ground and stepped away. As he walked away he looked back and smiled, she had disappeared. Then he left.

They had had a long day's travel the day before, and the sun was high in the sky when Momoko woke alone. For a moment she sat up and gripped her fur blanket tight, afraid that he had finally left. Then she looked down at the fur in her hands, and knew that leaving it with her was an expression of trust, not abandonment. It was incredibly warm, as well. She threw it over her head so that it surrounded her and breathed in Katsuya's scent. There were sounds and she peaked through the fur, hoping he had returned. Instead she discovered a group of people approaching.
Published: 2/13/2010
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