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I have fandomless ocs and homestucks and I'm trying to branch out from those a bit. I also love Kimetsu no Yaiba and anything involving youkai or vampires!

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8bitpixelheart -

Imagine light filtering through stained glass. The sun on its own can be harsh and biting and burning, tearing through the skin and heart, boiling the blood and tearing life from panting throats. The sun is weakened footsteps, the sun is shallow breath, the sun is dizzying gasping fainting. The sun hurts. But the glass is beautiful. The glass is countless colors, it is deep reds and soothing blues, it is golden hues with verdant trim. The glass is shelter, drinking in the heat and leaving only kindest warmth. The glass is a revelation, that light can be good, that the sun can be worth experiencing, that beauty can be found even where we once found fear and pain. Imagine a revelation, a burst of understanding and awareness, awestruck wonder and breathless exhilaration. A revelation running up steps carved long ago by fear and leaving behind softened edges in its wake. A revelation of peace and chaos.

Imagine light filtering through stained glass.


8bitpixelheart -

It’s so easy to keep track of you.

Even here, in this city with countless people. Even here, surrounded by blinding lights. You’re standing in the crowd beneath a billboard the size of a building. The ad is bright white. Blinding. It renders everything else as shadow cut-outs and leaves an imprint in the eyes of anyone unfortunate enough to gaze its way. But the screen flashes and the ad changes and I see you with ease. You’re walking with no real direction, just following the crowd. A minnow caught up in a current. You don’t seem to know that I’m close by and honestly that’s a little hurtful. I’m here. I’m so close. If you just looked to your right, to your left, up. You almost touched my arm a few times. But you didn’t. So I got away.

You left your car behind in the hotel parking lot. Locked, but there are holes in every defense.I left you gifts. Some money. Some trinkets. A collection of gas station receipts and hotel keys. Evidence of the path I walked before I ended up here. It’s so coincidentally the same path you took. Just a single step ahead. A day. An hour. Timestamps of how close you’ve been to me the entire time. Mostly because I let you. Let’s be honest with each other. I’m not so much evading you as I am dancing around you. It’s a grand game of the floor is lava.

Is it a relief to lose yourself to the crowds? To disappear in plain sight, become one of the many? Or is it terrifying. Is your skin crawling with a thousand eyes? Do you feel every brush of contact? Do you feel contained in the open air, caught up in the ever rising tide, unable to escape for the countless limbs between yours and freedom?

Your pulse is quickening.

There’s a low buzz coming from the closest speakers that no one else seems to hear.

It’s whispering to you. Only to you.

You are not alone.


Tsubaki

princeofdoom -

From lemons_art's goretober prompts on instagram, day 1 plant

I debated putting this here or on my nsfw blog, but I figure it's fine here with some warnings and a readmore. So tws for well, plant gore it written format. If that's not your thing, don't read. But if you read and enjoy it, please reblog and consider buying me a ko-fi.

There once was an old tsubaki tree growing along a mountain path. But, as many old trees were, it was a plant with strange attributes. While most tsubaki trees only flowered from winter to spring, its flowers bloomed brilliantly all year long, except for the short time after they dropped. After dropping its flowers in the spring, they grew back white as bone. And they would stay like this until O-Bon festival, when they would quickly take on a bright blood colored hue. Everyone nearby knew not to travel by that tree, and if they must, to only pass by it in the daylight.

There was a noble lady from Kyoto named Yuki Hime who was traveling with her entourage to see various temples and shrines, and to see the wonders of Japan. And though it was strange that a woman should be traveling, all her arrangements had been made carefully and were in order. And so she, and her ladies, and a few of her father's retainers all traveled here and there, taking in what sights could be seen.

Yuki Hime's entourage came to a town at the base of the hill on which the old tsubaki tree grew. She had an attendant secure lodgings for them all, though the people of the village told them that the lodging and food would be humble. This she accepted, but she also requested that she and all her attendants be served tea. The villagers could not serve her this, since they were not allowed to drink tea themselves and so had none.

One of the village elders told Yuki Hime's handmaid, "They say a tea can be made from tsubaki leaves. And we do have such a tree in the hills nearby. But it is strange and nothing good can come from going there. Especially not at night, and especially not to take its leaves from it. The mistress and her companions will have to go without."

The handmaid relayed this to Yuki Hime, and Yuki Hime sent her handmaid back with a reply. Yuki Hime and her entourage would go without tea, but she had decided she wanted to see the strange tree for herself and that she would travel up the hill in the morning. Even so, no one in the village wished to guide her there.

So Yuki Hime and her people settled in for the night, and as soon as the sun had risen, her palanquin was made ready so she could be carried up the mountain by her father's attendants.

The hill was not as steep as it might be, but it was still a difficult climb for Yuki Hime's attendants as they carried the palanquin. But finally they came to the spot where the old tsubaki tree grew. As Yuki Hime was admiring the bone white blossoms and her father's retainers rested in the cool shade, a woman appeared seemingly from nowhere. She wore clothing that was simple, but a striking shade of green. She also had a pale lovely face and Yuki Hime thought she must be the daughter of a minor noble staying in a country home in the mountains to avoid the heat.

"I was not informed that anyone lived here along this trail," Yuki Hime said, thinking she was speaking to a peer of a sort.

"No one living in the village below knows that I live here," the woman replied. "They believe this tsubaki tree is cursed, and so stay away. And I have no reason to go to the village to correct them. The leaves make soothing tea, the white flowers make the complexion clear and, later in the year when they are a vibrant red, they make all sorts of cures for the body. All I ask is that you tell no one in the village this, and you and your attendants each take no more than a handful of leaves for your tea. If all the flowers were gone before they turned red, it would be a pitiful state."

So Yuki Hime agreed to this and the woman disappeared as quickly as she had come. So Yuki Hime took a small handful of leaves from the tsubaki tree, as did each of her attendants, and she put them in the palanquin before they were leaving. But before Yuki Hime left and despite her promise, she thought, "It cannot hurt to take just one flower with me."

While her attendants had turned away, collecting what they had brought, Yuki Hime plucked a single flower and put it to her nose to smell.

The stem of the tsubaki flower took root in her palm. Screaming, she tried to fling it away from herself but it was too late. Roots grew into the flesh of her arm, and by the time her attendants came to her, it had spread up to Yuki Hime's shoulder.

The fastest of her attendants ran back down the hill toward the village. The other three of the attendants tried to remove the plant growth. But trying to pull it out only led to Yuki Hime screaming in agony. Trying to cut the plant where it started sprouting out of her skin caused it to bleed.

One of the attendants succeeded in cutting the flower off from where it had taken root in her palm, only for it to bury its roots into the first bit of skin it found to latch onto. The other attendants tried to save their comrade in turn, but that only resulted in a third victim. By this time the plants had taken root throughout most of Yuki Hime's form.

The one attendant still on the hill who had not had the plant dig into his flesh followed the one who had run down the mountain.

"Maybe the villagers will know what to do!" he called back, though the only replies he received were cries of pain.

The attendant who had run down the hill had not seen the full extent of what happened but tried to get the villagers to listen and bring aid.

"My lady Yuki Hime, she took a flower from the tsubaki tree and it began to grow into her hand! Please, help her, tell me how to stop it! Tell me how she can be saved! Why do you look at me with fear when it's Yuki Hime who is in danger?"

Then he realized his feet could not move, and had become tree roots. His legs quickly molded together, and soon He could not move at all, having been turned into a tsubaki tree.

Even so, his eyes still looked at the villagers around him.

It was about this time if not a little after, that the other attendant had arrived at the village. Before he could relate what had happened, he noticed the tsubaki tree that had not been there when they had left. The villagers refused to relate what had happened, but Yuki Hime's handmaid told him what had occurred in whispers. He however decided it was best only to tell her certain promises were made, and that the other attendant had broken one.

It was a long time before anyone went up the path along the hill. And when they did, they saw three strangely twisted tsubaki trees next to the old one that had been there before.


Bandages

This one has two sources, from two goretober prompt lists, days 2 from lemons_art@insta: bandaged, and occultopposum@tumblr: monster

Triggers in the tags

Once there was a man with a sickly younger brother. For a long time, the younger brother tried alongside his brother to help make ends meet so they wouldn't starve. But the more he worked the sicker he got until one day he broke out in a terrible pox that covered his skin. On top of this, he was so weak he could hardly move from their house on his own. So now the older brother would help wrap him in bandages, dress him and carry him into the city to beg for alms all day while the older brother worked whatever jobs accepted him at the time. Before long, the elder of the two became resentful at their predicament, but mostly at his brother. "If it were me alone, I could maybe save some money. I'd have more food and more energy to spend on work. I have no money to marry a wife, and even if I did, who would marry their daughter to me as long as my brother stays under the same roof? Isn't the younger supposed to care for the older? Maybe it would be better to leave him to die then, for both our sakes." So he made a plan to leave his brother out in the wilderness beyond the smaller towns. "Brother, I've had no luck with work in the city, but I can forage some wild plants for us in the countryside to carry us over. The fresh air and sunlight might be helpful for your condition, too." And he got his brother ready to be carried out into the country.The older brother figured he wouldn't need to go too far out as long as he could find a spot that was secluded so no passers by would have to find his brother while they were out walking. So he set his brother down in a clearing, then he went off to collect some food so it didn't seem odd at first. He slowly moved bit by bit out of view of his brother, and when he had collected enough for himself to eat for a few days, he left his brother in the clearing. He got home and started to make himself some dinner, and he found a bit of his brother's bandages stuck to his sleeve. He burned it in the cooking fire and paid it no more mind. He ate his dinner and went to sleep. The next day, the man ate the wild vegetables with a little rice for breakfast, feeling upbeat for the first time in a while, and then headed quickly toward the city to find work. But as he walked, his legs felt more heavy. He looked down to see a strip of used bandage around his feet. He decided it was odd but only pulled it away and continued on. Soon, his arms felt heavy, and he looked to find used bandages tied around his forearms, and he knew that wasn't just by chance, and that he certainly didn't tie them there himself. He tugged them off, and now he tried to run to the city as fast as he could. He ran and ran, but soon he really was tired and he had to slow down. And then his whole body felt heavy, like he was carrying his brother again. He fell to the ground, and could not get up again, feeling blood bandages bundling him up in the road. Trying to pull them off only made them wrap tighter until he couldn't draw another breath.


Tsubaki

princeofdoom -

From lemons_art's goretober prompts on instagram, day 1 plant

I debated putting this here or on my nsfw blog, but I figure it's fine here with some warnings and a readmore. So tws for well, plant gore it written format. If that's not your thing, don't read. But if you read and enjoy it, please reblog and consider buying me a ko-fi.

There once was an old tsubaki tree growing along a mountain path. But, as many old trees were, it was a plant with strange attributes. While most tsubaki trees only flowered from winter to spring, its flowers bloomed brilliantly all year long, except for the short time after they dropped. After dropping its flowers in the spring, they grew back white as bone. And they would stay like this until O-Bon festival, when they would quickly take on a bright blood colored hue. Everyone nearby knew not to travel by that tree, and if they must, to only pass by it in the daylight.

There was a noble lady from Kyoto named Yuki Hime who was traveling with her entourage to see various temples and shrines, and to see the wonders of Japan. And though it was strange that a woman should be traveling, all her arrangements had been made carefully and were in order. And so she, and her ladies, and a few of her father's retainers all traveled here and there, taking in what sights could be seen.

Yuki Hime's entourage came to a town at the base of the hill on which the old tsubaki tree grew. She had an attendant secure lodgings for them all, though the people of the village told them that the lodging and food would be humble. This she accepted, but she also requested that she and all her attendants be served tea. The villagers could not serve her this, since they were not allowed to drink tea themselves and so had none.

One of the village elders told Yuki Hime's handmaid, "They say a tea can be made from tsubaki leaves. And we do have such a tree in the hills nearby. But it is strange and nothing good can come from going there. Especially not at night, and especially not to take its leaves from it. The mistress and her companions will have to go without."

The handmaid relayed this to Yuki Hime, and Yuki Hime sent her handmaid back with a reply. Yuki Hime and her entourage would go without tea, but she had decided she wanted to see the strange tree for herself and that she would travel up the hill in the morning. Even so, no one in the village wished to guide her there.

So Yuki Hime and her people settled in for the night, and as soon as the sun had risen, her palanquin was made ready so she could be carried up the mountain by her father's attendants.

The hill was not as steep as it might be, but it was still a difficult climb for Yuki Hime's attendants as they carried the palanquin. But finally they came to the spot where the old tsubaki tree grew. As Yuki Hime was admiring the bone white blossoms and her father's retainers rested in the cool shade, a woman appeared seemingly from nowhere. She wore clothing that was simple, but a striking shade of green. She also had a pale lovely face and Yuki Hime thought she must be the daughter of a minor noble staying in a country home in the mountains to avoid the heat.

"I was not informed that anyone lived here along this trail," Yuki Hime said, thinking she was speaking to a peer of a sort.

"No one living in the village below knows that I live here," the woman replied. "They believe this tsubaki tree is cursed, and so stay away. And I have no reason to go to the village to correct them. The leaves make soothing tea, the white flowers make the complexion clear and, later in the year when they are a vibrant red, they make all sorts of cures for the body. All I ask is that you tell no one in the village this, and you and your attendants each take no more than a handful of leaves for your tea. If all the flowers were gone before they turned red, it would be a pitiful state."

So Yuki Hime agreed to this and the woman disappeared as quickly as she had come. So Yuki Hime took a small handful of leaves from the tsubaki tree, as did each of her attendants, and she put them in the palanquin before they were leaving. But before Yuki Hime left and despite her promise, she thought, "It cannot hurt to take just one flower with me."

While her attendants had turned away, collecting what they had brought, Yuki Hime plucked a single flower and put it to her nose to smell.

The stem of the tsubaki flower took root in her palm. Screaming, she tried to fling it away from herself but it was too late. Roots grew into the flesh of her arm, and by the time her attendants came to her, it had spread up to Yuki Hime's shoulder.

The fastest of her attendants ran back down the hill toward the village. The other three of the attendants tried to remove the plant growth. But trying to pull it out only led to Yuki Hime screaming in agony. Trying to cut the plant where it started sprouting out of her skin caused it to bleed.

One of the attendants succeeded in cutting the flower off from where it had taken root in her palm, only for it to bury its roots into the first bit of skin it found to latch onto. The other attendants tried to save their comrade in turn, but that only resulted in a third victim. By this time the plants had taken root throughout most of Yuki Hime's form.

The one attendant still on the hill who had not had the plant dig into his flesh followed the one who had run down the mountain.

"Maybe the villagers will know what to do!" he called back, though the only replies he received were cries of pain.

The attendant who had run down the hill had not seen the full extent of what happened but tried to get the villagers to listen and bring aid.

"My lady Yuki Hime, she took a flower from the tsubaki tree and it began to grow into her hand! Please, help her, tell me how to stop it! Tell me how she can be saved! Why do you look at me with fear when it's Yuki Hime who is in danger?"

Then he realized his feet could not move, and had become tree roots. His legs quickly molded together, and soon He could not move at all, having been turned into a tsubaki tree.

Even so, his eyes still looked at the villagers around him.

It was about this time if not a little after, that the other attendant had arrived at the village. Before he could relate what had happened, he noticed the tsubaki tree that had not been there when they had left. The villagers refused to relate what had happened, but Yuki Hime's handmaid told him what had occurred in whispers. He however decided it was best only to tell her certain promises were made, and that the other attendant had broken one.

It was a long time before anyone went up the path along the hill. And when they did, they saw three strangely twisted tsubaki trees next to the old one that had been there before.


Tsubaki

From lemons_art's goretober prompts on instagram, day 1 plant

I debated putting this here or on my nsfw blog, but I figure it's fine here with some warnings and a readmore. So tws for well, plant gore it written format. If that's not your thing, don't read. But if you read and enjoy it, please reblog and consider buying me a ko-fi.

There once was an old tsubaki tree growing along a mountain path. But, as many old trees were, it was a plant with strange attributes. While most tsubaki trees only flowered from winter to spring, its flowers bloomed brilliantly all year long, except for the short time after they dropped. After dropping its flowers in the spring, they grew back white as bone. And they would stay like this until O-Bon festival, when they would quickly take on a bright blood colored hue. Everyone nearby knew not to travel by that tree, and if they must, to only pass by it in the daylight.

There was a noble lady from Kyoto named Yuki Hime who was traveling with her entourage to see various temples and shrines, and to see the wonders of Japan. And though it was strange that a woman should be traveling, all her arrangements had been made carefully and were in order. And so she, and her ladies, and a few of her father's retainers all traveled here and there, taking in what sights could be seen.

Yuki Hime's entourage came to a town at the base of the hill on which the old tsubaki tree grew. She had an attendant secure lodgings for them all, though the people of the village told them that the lodging and food would be humble. This she accepted, but she also requested that she and all her attendants be served tea. The villagers could not serve her this, since they were not allowed to drink tea themselves and so had none.

One of the village elders told Yuki Hime's handmaid, "They say a tea can be made from tsubaki leaves. And we do have such a tree in the hills nearby. But it is strange and nothing good can come from going there. Especially not at night, and especially not to take its leaves from it. The mistress and her companions will have to go without."

The handmaid relayed this to Yuki Hime, and Yuki Hime sent her handmaid back with a reply. Yuki Hime and her entourage would go without tea, but she had decided she wanted to see the strange tree for herself and that she would travel up the hill in the morning. Even so, no one in the village wished to guide her there.

So Yuki Hime and her people settled in for the night, and as soon as the sun had risen, her palanquin was made ready so she could be carried up the mountain by her father's attendants.

The hill was not as steep as it might be, but it was still a difficult climb for Yuki Hime's attendants as they carried the palanquin. But finally they came to the spot where the old tsubaki tree grew. As Yuki Hime was admiring the bone white blossoms and her father's retainers rested in the cool shade, a woman appeared seemingly from nowhere. She wore clothing that was simple, but a striking shade of green. She also had a pale lovely face and Yuki Hime thought she must be the daughter of a minor noble staying in a country home in the mountains to avoid the heat.

"I was not informed that anyone lived here along this trail," Yuki Hime said, thinking she was speaking to a peer of a sort.

"No one living in the village below knows that I live here," the woman replied. "They believe this tsubaki tree is cursed, and so stay away. And I have no reason to go to the village to correct them. The leaves make soothing tea, the white flowers make the complexion clear and, later in the year when they are a vibrant red, they make all sorts of cures for the body. All I ask is that you tell no one in the village this, and you and your attendants each take no more than a handful of leaves for your tea. If all the flowers were gone before they turned red, it would be a pitiful state."

So Yuki Hime agreed to this and the woman disappeared as quickly as she had come. So Yuki Hime took a small handful of leaves from the tsubaki tree, as did each of her attendants, and she put them in the palanquin before they were leaving. But before Yuki Hime left and despite her promise, she thought, "It cannot hurt to take just one flower with me."

While her attendants had turned away, collecting what they had brought, Yuki Hime plucked a single flower and put it to her nose to smell.

The stem of the tsubaki flower took root in her palm. Screaming, she tried to fling it away from herself but it was too late. Roots grew into the flesh of her arm, and by the time her attendants came to her, it had spread up to Yuki Hime's shoulder.

The fastest of her attendants ran back down the hill toward the village. The other three of the attendants tried to remove the plant growth. But trying to pull it out only led to Yuki Hime screaming in agony. Trying to cut the plant where it started sprouting out of her skin caused it to bleed.

One of the attendants succeeded in cutting the flower off from where it had taken root in her palm, only for it to bury its roots into the first bit of skin it found to latch onto. The other attendants tried to save their comrade in turn, but that only resulted in a third victim. By this time the plants had taken root throughout most of Yuki Hime's form.

The one attendant still on the hill who had not had the plant dig into his flesh followed the one who had run down the mountain.

"Maybe the villagers will know what to do!" he called back, though the only replies he received were cries of pain.

The attendant who had run down the hill had not seen the full extent of what happened but tried to get the villagers to listen and bring aid.

"My lady Yuki Hime, she took a flower from the tsubaki tree and it began to grow into her hand! Please, help her, tell me how to stop it! Tell me how she can be saved! Why do you look at me with fear when it's Yuki Hime who is in danger?"

Then he realized his feet could not move, and had become tree roots. His legs quickly molded together, and soon He could not move at all, having been turned into a tsubaki tree.

Even so, his eyes still looked at the villagers around him.

It was about this time if not a little after, that the other attendant had arrived at the village. Before he could relate what had happened, he noticed the tsubaki tree that had not been there when they had left. The villagers refused to relate what had happened, but Yuki Hime's handmaid told him what had occurred in whispers. He however decided it was best only to tell her certain promises were made, and that the other attendant had broken one.

It was a long time before anyone went up the path along the hill. And when they did, they saw three strangely twisted tsubaki trees next to the old one that had been there before.


10 sentence story, Aotama

princeofdoom -

(cw for illness, also while nothing in this story is graphic, there are vague mentions of sex work)

A certain man went to a certain tea house in Maruyama whenever he had coin, because there was a courtesan called Aotama that he liked. He really couldn’t afford to go as often as he did, but he had no wife to support and he convinced himself that Aotama loved him too. So he kept coming back whenever he could.

Aotama for her part had a few regular clients, and while that man was treated as any client would be, he was not her favorite. Despite this, he convinced himself that they were both in love with each other and he became possessive, and jealous toward her other clients.

One night after too many drinks, the man grabbed Aotama, picking her up and running from the tea house. He was chased into the streets by Aotama’s attendant even as Aotama exclaimed, “Put me down now or you will regret it!”

The man turned down a couple alleys to lose his pursuer and fell from a combination of drunkenness and the pain of Aotama stabbing him in the shoulder with one of her jeweled hairpins. Aotama slipped away from him back to the tea house, escorted by her attendant, and they didn’t see the boorish man again.

It was said later he was found dead in his house from an infection spreading from a bite wound on his shoulder.


10 sentence story, Aotama

(cw for illness, also while nothing in this story is graphic, there are vague mentions of sex work)

A certain man went to a certain tea house in Maruyama whenever he had coin, because there was a courtesan called Aotama that he liked. He really couldn’t afford to go as often as he did, but he had no wife to support and he convinced himself that Aotama loved him too. So he kept coming back whenever he could.

Aotama for her part had a few regular clients, and while that man was treated as any client would be, he was not her favorite. Despite this, he convinced himself that they were both in love with each other and he became possessive, and jealous toward her other clients.

One night after too many drinks, the man grabbed Aotama, picking her up and running from the tea house. He was chased into the streets by Aotama’s attendant even as Aotama exclaimed, “Put me down now or you will regret it!”

The man turned down a couple alleys to lose his pursuer and fell from a combination of drunkenness and the pain of Aotama stabbing him in the shoulder with one of her jeweled hairpins. Aotama slipped away from him back to the tea house, escorted by her attendant, and they didn’t see the boorish man again.

It was said later he was found dead in his house from an infection spreading from a bite wound on his shoulder.


10 sentence stories, At the Port

There had been reports of some beast prowling about the harbor at night. Many thought it was a large, feral dog. But of the few eyewitnesses left alive, they all swore it was some kind of huge mountain cat. How a wildcat so large could get into the city, and why, wasn’t yet known.

Extra patrols were sent out to look for the creature after sunset, since whatever it was, it never struck while it was light out. Near the end of the hour of the boar, there was a yell, and many of the citizen patrols and a few samurai went to investigate.

They found one of the younger citizen patrols near the docks, the one who had yelled. He was shaking, staring at some crates and claimed he had seen a monster just as it hid among them.

One of the lower ranked samurai turned to the one heading the search to see if they should search the crates, and stifled his own shout. The lead samurai lay dead, head at an odd angle and deep tooth marks through his neck.


Curse Hour

princeofdoom -

It was the hour of the rat.

Takumi skittered across the courtyard of the samurai's mansion on paws darker than the moonless night. Whatever party was being held here was winding down and the master of the estate would likely retire to his chambers soon.

Takumi could wait a little longer to be sure his target would be mostly alone. No need to mingle innocent blood with that of the guilty.

It was the hour of the ox, at least halfway through by Takumi's count, when the samurai's second son, who carried the same scent as his father, came to the master's chamber to sleep. The humans' habit of sending off their lords and said lords' heirs and wives to the capital had slipped Takumi's mind. But he had come to enact his grudge and found a fitting target in any case.

The young samurai was not fully asleep when Takumi's fangs found his neck, ending him swiftly and quietly. Takumi had drunk his fill of the tainted blood. Then he jumped to the roof to clean himself and left before anyone found what had happened.


Curse Hour

It was the hour of the rat.

Takumi skittered across the courtyard of the samurai's mansion on paws darker than the moonless night. Whatever party was being held here was winding down and the master of the estate would likely retire to his chambers soon.

Takumi could wait a little longer to be sure his target would be mostly alone. No need to mingle innocent blood with that of the guilty.

It was the hour of the ox, at least halfway through by Takumi's count, when the samurai's second son, who carried the same scent as his father, came to the master's chamber to sleep. The humans' habit of sending off their lords and said lords' heirs and wives to the capital had slipped Takumi's mind. But he had come to enact his grudge and found a fitting target in any case.

The young samurai was not fully asleep when Takumi's fangs found his neck, ending him swiftly and quietly. Takumi had drunk his fill of the tainted blood. Then he jumped to the roof to clean himself and left before anyone found what had happened.


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