There was a slight breeze in the air today. The spring was always cool--living under a rock and all--but also had the gentle caressing warmth of something better to come. Blistering heat that escaped into the village from the opening of the cavern, and cooled to the perfect temperature once inside--especially as deep as where the people resided. Kanashimi Itami, dressed in an outfit appropriate for both her intentions and the heat moved across the stepping stones towards the Toraono's home. The young woman had recently been informed of the engagement between her beautiful sister and her devoted sensei!
Yes. You read that right.
Itami, having recently been exorcised back to her normal self, was informed by Iori that they had been engaged--because she didn't remember it. The oni that had possessed her was the thing that kept parts of her memory--because the Oni was the one in control at the moment. When the Oni was banished to her heart to keep it beating, the memories and experiences went with it. Because of this, the young woman, with a bright smile on her face, strode confidently to the Toraono household with her hair pulled up into a thick black bun. Itami was there to congratulate the couple, because it wasn't she who had a dislike of the bride--it was Saiko, the Oni.
Holding a silver platter with a silver cover over it, Itami knocked on the door with a quick movement before quickly holding the platter with two hands again. She was a happy woman, smiling and her skin glowing in the artificial sunlight. Afterall, she loved her sister. Sister? Sure, why not.
Yes. You read that right.
Itami, having recently been exorcised back to her normal self, was informed by Iori that they had been engaged--because she didn't remember it. The oni that had possessed her was the thing that kept parts of her memory--because the Oni was the one in control at the moment. When the Oni was banished to her heart to keep it beating, the memories and experiences went with it. Because of this, the young woman, with a bright smile on her face, strode confidently to the Toraono household with her hair pulled up into a thick black bun. Itami was there to congratulate the couple, because it wasn't she who had a dislike of the bride--it was Saiko, the Oni.
Holding a silver platter with a silver cover over it, Itami knocked on the door with a quick movement before quickly holding the platter with two hands again. She was a happy woman, smiling and her skin glowing in the artificial sunlight. Afterall, she loved her sister. Sister? Sure, why not.