Free?
Ginta Just Ginta
Onyx Skies Forever
Danger, Mrs. Higurashi!
Spiders On Mrs. Higurashi
Little Red Riding Rin
Fragments of Moonlight
Wish of Koga
He Is To Be Pitied
Babies, Sango!
Shippo's Notebook
From Another World
Microcosm
Exotic
Near Me
Stranger in the Night
Remember
Summer '07
Enigma
Does It Matter
Kissed by Blaze
Changed
Packlyness
Consummation
The Tears of The Sky
Unextraordinary
Fiction
vr 3.00
2008-02-16
"6ixth Session" by Abraxas
Remember | T | 2007-05-11
An upset, teenage Miroku runs away from his master and is found by Hachi. (ribbon)
Miroku stumbled along that dark, cold night. The snow, ankle-deep, stung his feet. The air, bitter, burned his lungs. Yet he continued through that virginal trail white even in shadow.
Another mile and he stopped. He leaned against a tree; he collapsed into exhaustion. Perhaps he should not have run away. Perhaps he should not have lost his temper with his master.
He was stubborn, though.
I’m not a boy anymore!
And it was too late now.
The weather worsened when a hand grasped his shoulder. Shocked, he staggered aback, until he saw it was Hachi. Relaxed though disappointed he sighed admitting he was caught.
The tanuki sat by the acolyte. They huddled until warm. Hachi examined the human’s hand: the Kazaana, only then emerging, proved the bearer was not a boy. Miroku teased the raccoon’s whiskers: the face so different yet so familiar.
“Mushin’s not mad.”
“But I am.”
Hachi led Miroku into a field. He raised the youth upon his shoulders. And then the demon transformed into something new and different. Something the human had not seen before.
Miroku loved the feel of it – the fur was soft and warm.
The ball of flesh rose above the clouds where the skies were endless.
Miroku blanketed himself with the fur then lulled into a dream.
At the gates of the temple Hachi stirred Miroku.
“He won’t know you left.”
The acolyte nodded, tearing.
The demon held that hand and wrapped a sacred ribbon about its glove.
“Remember.”
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END
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