The setting shall be the hopefully made up city of Kamiyoto in modern day Japan. Lately, ghosts and demon sightings had been more frequent, and people have gone missing. What could be going on? How can we stop it?!
Shira Chihiro stands at about 5'4, weighing about 115 lbs. She is known for her pale, flawless skin and deep red eyes. Her hair is long, reaching her mid-back, and her face round is framed with a hime-like cut. Her body type is somewhat slender, with larger thighs and upper arms, and is held with the regalness and maturity of a lady. She moves gracefully, fully control of her movements, and looks as though she is aware of every move around her. When not wearing her school uniform, which consists of a dark colored sailor-fuku and long, pleated skirt, she is in either an undergarment or yutaka. When out and about (which is rare)she wears many different type of clothes, but is mostly seen wearing her black deep V-neck dress with four buttons on each and no sleeves. Underneath, she wears a white long sleeve ruffle blouse. She enjoys darker, bland colors such as grays, whites and blacks when she goes out in public. She is rarely seen out of the Seer House, though, so she simply has a closet full of unused clothes,
The youngest daughter of the old Shira family. Chihiro does not make friends easily because of her family name and her strange shyness. Very ladylike and polite around elders, she is not one for talking out of turn. She has a quiet, soft voice that could be related to the wind made by a butterfly’s wings. In school she is silent, always staring off into space or reading a book or studying. She sometimes appears to have a cold, knowing look in her eye, as if she sees something the others don’t. She is constantly put down for her shy attitude, good grades, and family name, and from this she gained a rather sharp tongue which she hides behind said quiet demeanor. She's very intelligent and takes things seriously, sometimes too seriously. As stubborn as a mule, she will not move from whatever she is doing or protecting until it is completely right or done. If she has made a mistake, she will continuously bow and beg for forgiveness in that soft, emotionless voice of her’s. She is otherwise emotionless from afar, as no one has ever seen her get angry or happy in public areas. If you manage to break the awkward barrier friendship around Chihiro, she will be more open and talkative. Her openness will reveal her somewhat na´ve and sweet side, and she will constantly smile around you and ask for your help on small things. There is another side to Chihiro, though, that sharp tongued, witty side. She is constantly judging other people silently thinking if ways to use them to her advantage. Chihiro is truly sarcastic and cynical, but a true friend through and through. She will constantly throw insults at an enemy is she is rallied up enough. This is similar to her fits of anger and sadness, where instead she yells insults at herself if there is no one around to scream at. She is very self-conscious of herself and constantly puts herself down. She can be, at times, selfish and bossy, especially to servants of her house.
Interests and Disinterests:
Because of her family name and shy demeanor, Chihiro has little friends. Those she really talks to are servants of her family or teachers in school.
Somewhat athletic, Chihiro enjoys karate and kendo above all other sports. When she was younger, her brother and sisters constantly scolded her for climbing trees or punching stuff, telling her that if she were caught Grandmother would punish her.
Has trouble following directions.
Terrible at singing and playing instruments, has terrible sense of beat and rhythm.
Not exactly an honor student, but Chihiro enjoys learning and she can retain most knowledge relatively well.
Can't stand hot weather. When questioned about it, Chihiro will simply say, "It is harder to get comfortable in warm weather. With cold weather, it is simple to find a warm place."
Very picky about her food. Not a fan of fish.
Can't stand coffee, hot chocolate, milk, and juice. Sticks to tea and water normally. If a drink is too hot, she will not drink it until ultimately cool. If offered a drink she does not like, she will accept it anyway, as a way of being polite.
When Chihiro is gossiped about, it is normally scorn. Some say her family had used money to get her into the school, while others say the teachers are bribed to give her good grades. Most are untrue.
The Shira is a very old and important family. Their main focus is based around a large fashion industry, making them an incredibly wealthy household. The main house is located in Kamiyoto, while lesser houses are scattered among Japan. The main family at the moment consists of Grandmother, Mother and Father, Hitoshi, Ryoko, Ami, and finally Chihiro, but she was removed at the age of ten. These seven members were assigned to live in the main estate. Grandmother Shira is strict and proper and is always ready to scold a child if needed. She is in charge of the house and as such is responsible for sending their daughters and sons as representatives to other families. Assigned marriages are not a rare occurrence, nor are forced friendships between the children of these families. Because of Chihiro’s strange abilities, she was separated from the main house and her birth parents and she was into a house run by a mysteriously familiar woman by the name of Risha. Now, Risha was old, very old, but she had the same abilities as Chihiro, the ability to see things that are not supposed to be seen. Risha trained Chihiro, who simply went along with it because of her interest and strange need too. Risha explained that the house, though not as high up as the Main House, was an important necessity to the Shira family. Chihiro dubbed it the Seer House in the back of her head.
Chihiro was meant to become the next head of the Seer's house once Risha died, but even after seven years, the old lady kept hanging on. She hasn't seen her parents or older siblings for about seven years now, however, she is constantly visited by her Grandmother for lessons or to be sent as a representative to another house.
The Seer House, though not as big as the Main Estate, is a simply large Eastern Style mansion. The house itself is constructed of five main buildings; living area, bedrooms, kitchen and dining area, dojo, and seeing room. The largest building is the dojo. Outside of the dojo, a stone path leads into a rather quiet and peaceful garden. A small stream runs under a cute wooden bridge while various trees and flowers color the area in serenity. Continue on the stone path to get to the smallest building, The Seeing Room, where a shrine is held and where Risha, head of the house, spends most of her time. The living area, bedrooms, and kitchen are three medium sized buildings connected by narrow paper and wood hallways.
Age and Year:
Seventeen, Junior in Kamiyoto High School
As a way to keep herself safe and because she actually enjoys it, Chihiro keeps herself fit and focused with kendo and karate. While she is a bit sketchy with karate, her balance and ability with a sword is practically unmatched.
Her Seer ability, Divination or to see paranormal entities, traces of something left behind long ago, and at times (in small, vague flashes) the future. While Chihiro has bad eyesight when normally looking, her sight with Divination is sharper.
Patience is key, and Chihiro has a lot of patience to spare.
Purifying Presence, which means she is rarely effected by the miasma of youkai and if holding onto someone else she can purify them if so needed.
Like all the other Seers of the Shira, Chihiro has a birthmark on her chest in the shape of an eye.
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Ryuu is tall, at 6'1 and does not weigh any tangible weight, due to his being, well, a spirit. However, if you were to weigh his actual object, then he'd weigh around 30 lbs. His skin is light colored, though not nearly as pasty white as other spirits, which he takes great pride in. His long black hair is typically tied back into a ponytail, an he dislikes untying because he thinks it makes him look girly. He wears a black kimono and hakama pants with a white obi, and sometimes a white headband. On his back he carries his actual body, a steel katana in a red sheath with his name inscribed into the blade. The edge of his blade is covered in a sheet of holy silver, which can cut through demons and ghosts alike, though there are exceptions.
Ryuu has a very loud and obnoxious personality, he loves to eat, play, and talk for hours on end. He is incredibly sociable and loves to bother people and push them to their limits. He is very mischevious, and will often times pull pranks on people who cannot see him, and people who can, though he does refrain from bullying the weak and elderly. He enjoys insulting those who he is close to as a way of expressing how he cares, though it is not seen that way. He has a big mouth and has trouble keeping things a secret, often letting things slip unintentionally. He is also very vain and narcissistic, constantly boasting about himself and taunting people when they lose to him. Beneath his flaws though he is incredibly loyal and bound by this loyalty to his wielder, willing to endure pain to protect them an carry out his duty. Fiercely stubborn and with a hot temper, once trifled with he is not easy to calm down.
Interests and Disinterests
Ryuu greatly enjoys talking to people, even if they can't hear him. He loves talking and singing and rhyming verses, telling crude jokes, and making up insults.
He loves food, being one of the few ghosts that can eat and taste. He particularly enjoys meats, salty foods, and sweets, but has a hatred of almost all vegetables. Despises leeks above all else, and complains about even the smallest portions of them.
He loves the sun and warm and sunny weather, as he is also able to feel drops and rises in temperature.
Is semi-perverted. He loves looking at girls at the beach and girls in magazines. Sometimes goes into perverted daydreams and takes advantage of his ghostly status to flip skirts.
He is something of an airhead, scorning studies and preferring to goof off instead. More of a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy, which often lands him into trouble. Always gets sayings wrong.
Ryuuenzan was once the sword of a samurai, during the civil war era. He served his master to the best of his ability, however after the Tokugawa shogunate was established, his master retired and sold his sword to a monk. This monk just so happened to be Shira Hashimoto, the founder of the Shira clan. He was an exorcist, and purified Ryuuenzan and had him become a Holy Sword, capable of purifying demons and exorcizing spirits. He was passed down the Shira family for generations, and after a hundred years, developed a soul and became a Tsukumogami. Being a rather special Tsukumogami, he can interact with physical objects and eat and sleep, but only when he is in contact with his original body, the sword. When parted from it, he can wander about like a ghost, passing through walls and the like. However, this can only happen at night, and if her does not return to his body by sunrise, he will cease to exist. Because of this, he carries his sword everywhere with him.
Despite being able to interact with objects and do things humans typically do, he cannot be seen by normal humans. Only those with special abilities or technology can see or hear him, though this usually doesn't stop him from mouthing off.
His previous wielder was Risha, although now that she is too old, he has been passed down to Chihiro to be her partner.
Age and Year:
He is 415 years old, though only 315 if you don't count the years he spent as an inanimate object. He only appears to be 19-22 or so, however.
For all his boasting, he is very skilled at vanquishing demons and tracking ethereal beings. He may not know more sophisticated measures or the like, but his strength and power are known throughout the ghost world.
Speed. He is incredibly fast, even by spirit's standards. Perhaps not the fastest, but fast enough to escape from whatever trouble he gets himself into.
His cleverness. While perhaps not very booksmart, Ryuu has street smarts on his side, and is his fast speed can't save him, his fast mouth usually does.
He has problems dealing with water. Perhaps just an irrational fear, or something more?
Look at me. I am a silver unicorn. A goddamn unicorn. I am the embodiment of majestic. Fuck yeah.
A young boy, about the age of sixteen or seventeen ran at full speed through a maze of concrete and lights. The city of Kamiyoto, while it was midday, appeared dark and gloomy to the boy’s eyes. He had been running for a while, it was easy to tell by the sweat that dripped down his face and the heavy breathing he was producing. Every time he turned a corner, he ended up in the same place as before. He tried calling for help, over and over, but no one heard him. No one saw him. His fear was ignored. Eventually the boy grew too tired and he leaned his body against a wall, gasping for air. The creature… Where was the creature…? His eyes scanned the alleyway where he was trapped, but all he could see was the darkness that was slowly approaching.
“Kekekeke…” a voice echoed through the boy’s head. He froze, his breathing still and body frigid. The air was suddenly so brisk and heavy.
“Hey, hey… Come play with me~” a sudden voice, right next to his ear, caused him to stumble back. The voice was obviously a girl’s, a young girl. From the darkness the boy could make a short figure, with what appeared to be horns on her head, and deep yellow eyes. The boy fell onto his backside, his screams caught in his throat, and his eyes were full of tears and fear and confusion,
“W-what are you?!” he managed to cry. The shape froze, eyes staring down at the pitiful human with sheer amusement,
Blood painted the alley red, pooling around the disemboweled body of the boy. The monster was gone, leaving no trace of its existence.
Far from downtown Kamiyoto, in the more rural, foresty areas, stood a humongous house surrounded by a tall wall. The air was still and quiet around the Shira estate. The high, prestigious looking wall gleamed with afternoon heat and the fragrant flowers and plump plants left mysterious scents and peaceful energy flowing through the traditional garden as the sun slowly fell from its peak. Rays of life flittered across the somewhat clutters grounds, bathing upturned leaves in warmth. The almost suffocating air stirred when the shishi-odoshi filled with water and fell, clanking against the rock below with a familiar doink . Looking closer, it appears that on some of the trees slips of paper were pasted, as if they were wards against something. Though the lovely garden was filled with extravagant trees and plants it appeared to be missing something. A very important thing that maintained the lovely garden; workers. In fact, not a soul was seen or heard in the garden, only the beat of bug wings and soft breeze sounded at the time. The servants had a good reason to not be wandering the ground, and if they were it would mean punishment. Through the thick leaves and petals of the garden, you could barely make out two, still shapes, one more hunched over then the other. They sat in silence in front of a small, elegant shrine, more likely meditating than anything else. Both shapes appeared to be female, one older, with long white hair thrown up in a small bun and detailed, and slightly sagging wrinkled face loose of any emotions. The other girl was younger looking, with the same emotionless expression but a much more paled, rounder looking head. Their eyes remained opened and wide, gleaming with the intensity of a white fire while their faces stayed as still as stones. They only moved when the sun was obscured by a cloud, shrouding the garden in pale darkness.
Shira Risha, the older woman, was the first to move, her eyes clouding up with sudden darkness and her body shook for a moment before she straightened again, her face screwed up with a look of confusion and fear. Shira Chihiro was the second to move, her eyes closing slowly as she let out a small sigh before turning to stare at Risha, an expectant look on her face. The old woman quickly hid her surprised face and gave the girl a brisk nod before heaving her body up, using a small, deep colored walking stick for support. Chihiro gave a soft smile before regaining her peaceful and emotionless expression, standing up to give Risha a polite bow before vanishing through the brush and onto the stone path that lead through the garden. Though you couldn’t tell in hesitant clops of her sandals nor her face, Chihiro was actually very excited. Today was the day she would be given the precious heirloom of the Shira clan. Chihiro had no idea what the heirloom was, but Risha had explained to her that it was very precious and would be able to protect her from the supernatural beings she constantly saw whenever she was away from the Seer House. Before she could receive this special heirloom, however, she had to go through some sort of ceremony. To be cleansed or whatever. Dressing up was a must, sadly, which meant she had to layer more clothing on the already sweltering outfit she wore.
“I’ve laid out something out for you.” One of the servants spoke up, bowing slightly. Chihiro laid her sandals on the stone before entering the small, open air room and gave the woman a soft smile before standing, returning the bow and heading towards the thin hall that connected the bedrooms and other empty ones. At the far end of the hallway a red tag was stuck to a sliding door, a sign to keep out demons. This was Chihiro’s room. She entered, sliding the door quickly and doing the same to close it, an automatic light quickly flashing to life as she moved forward towards the center of her room. An elegant looking kimono lay splayed out in front of her. The material was light and somewhat itchy, designed with pale pink flowers and dragonflies. It was a deep red in color with black and white outlines and pink undertones, the sash being the same pink as the design. Her changing was quick and quiet without the need of a servant; she slipped on the material easily and mindlessly, remembering every detail on how to put on a kimono by now. She was soon out of the room, dressed in heavier outfit with her long, black hair running over her shoulders in dark waves. Risha was now in the main room of the building, sipping a bitter-smelling tea from a wooden cup as she conversed with an out-of-view person. Chihiro had a slight idea of who this person was and she instantly raised her head, carrying herself much more mature then before, shuffling her feet while her hands clung to each over in front of her stomach. Her red eyes glanced down towards the duo as she approached, nodding towards Risha and then her Grandmother, who had been talking with Risha only a few moment before. The woman seemed to be as old as Risha, her pale eyes narrowed into two dark slits while her wrinkled face suppressed a frown. Chihiro instantly turned seeing her grandmother’s face, giving a long and low bow.
“… Hurry along, then.” Came a brisk voice laced with ice and Chihiro straightened, her mouth pulled into a tight line. She gave Risha a soft nod and the woman stared on with clouded eyes, which instantly sparked a worry in the back of Chihiro’s head. The two elderly women slowly stood up, leading Chihiro down the narrow hall until they reached the open-air room again. She watched, then, as they slowly approached the wooden, sealed cabinet that had loomed over the room ever since she had arrived at this part of the house at the age of ten. They spoke, quietly and briskly, and then Risha put her left hand on the cabinet, eyes closed as she spoke in a foreign tongue. Grandmother had turned away from Risha and was holding Chihiro tightly by the shoulders,
“This heirloom has been passed down in this family for generations. Child, never let this sword out of your sight, for it will protect you. Never lose it, for if you do, bad luck and shame will descend upon this family.” Chihiro stared at her grandmother, reading her face. While the old woman spoke of protection, Chihiro knew she could care less about her. She was just worried for the family name.
The temperature suddenly dropped in the room. The cabinet was open, but it wasn't a cabinet. Chihiro realized this as soon as she peered inside to find a deep, dark tunnel. Grandmother released her, moving to the side to let her pass. Risha stood beside the doorway, eyes emotionless now.
“Come, dear. The heirloom is in here.” Chihiro turned to glance at her Grandmother, wondering if she was going to join them, but the old woman had taken as seat, staring at the ground before her. Risha nudged her a bit, and Chihiro turned and followed the old seer into the cabinet.
The tunnel was dark, cold, and had a heavy aura. Chihiro half expected a demon or ghost to grab the two of them and devour them, but that was not the case. The tunnel, no matter how dark and scary it was, seemed to be protected by a barrier as the house was. They continued walking in silence until they eventually reached a dimly lit room. It was a box in shape, and practically empty except for the two oil lanterns that seemed to flicker with an endless flame and the ornate-looking chest against the far wall. Risha smiled suddenly, a smile of nostalgia, and she slowly approached the chest as Chihiro looked on. It was slowly pushed open, and inside was a beautiful katana. The scarlet sheath seemed to have a holy glow, and Risha did not hesitate to pull it from the chest and admire it,
“Long time no see, Ryuuenzan…” Risha whispered with a raspy voice and then she turned to Chihiro and held the sword out with both hands, head bowed, “Lady Chihiro,” she began, “This is the sword Ryuuenzan. He has been passed down in this family for generations.” Chihiro nodded, grasping the sword tightly in her palms. Strange… The sword was warm, as if it were alive. Risha nodded,
“Don’t, ah, be concerned…” she said suddenly, and Chihiro glanced up curiously,
Well, perhaps sleep wasn't the best way to describe it. He felt perfectly conscious, but he couldn't move or see or anything. That was because of the seal placed on him. It wasn't an evil seal or anything, not like something meant to keep horrible demons trapped. Rather, he was sealed away for his own protection. Or, really, not protection, but safety. Man, this was hard to explain or define.
Well, to start off, he wasn't an evil spirit. He was a serving spirit, bound to a master for generation after generation. Of course, there weren't always times when he had a master. When a master retired or died and there was no one qualified to take their place, he was sealed away to keep him, well, safe. In truth, he was vulnerable without a master. A ronin sprit was easy prey for demons and more powerful spirits. So to keep him from wandering off and getting into trouble, he stayed put in the place where he was sealed inside his body, waiting for a new master.
Now, for your information, he'd been waiting quite a long time, ten years now to the day! It was boring and cold and there were no snacks, which he was sad about. Snacks were pretty much what he lived for, well, that and girls. And killing monsters. And television! Television was awesome!
But now, he could feel that things were starting to change. He could feel other presences around him, the warmth of hands on his sheath. Then suddenly, BAM! New hands, surging with energy, breaking his seal! This had to be the one! His new master, he could feel it!
The sword glowed red, then white, becoming hotter in Chihiro's hands. It pulsed, as if it were alive, then there was a blinding burst of light.
The sword then appeared on the back of a handsome young man, kneeling before Chihiro. He looked up, blue eyes bright.
"I am Ryuuenzan, Dragon's fire blade, sword and protector of the Shira clan. I am at you service, my master." he said, bowing.
Then his personality took a 180 flip and he popped up, looking around excitedly. He spotted Risha and grinned, his face lighting up.
"Risha! There you are! Damn, you got old! How are you still around, it's been what, ten years? Hey, is the old bat still around? Bad taste in kimono's, ye high, smiles like this?" he said, before scrunching up his face in a scowl. He turned and took notice of Chihiro again, looking her up and down as he paced around her.
"Not bad, not bad. A bit flat, and waaay pale. Girl, there's this thing in our sky called a sun, ever heard of it? You look like you could need it." he teased, gesturing to the ceiling. He turned to Risha.
"Well, I AM somewhat disappointed. I remember asking you for a busty blonde girl, like one of those American chicks. America does still exist, right? There hasn't been any crazy changes while I've been out, right? Because, looking at her, I feel like I'm back in the Meiji era. However, this requires a more in depth examination." he said, a glint in his eye.
In a flash, he skillfully flipped the skirts of the kimono, which rustled gracefully in the wind. He put a hand to his chin, as if deep in meaningful thought.
"Very nice, round and supple to make up for the lack in front. I could argue with your choice of panties, you look more like a black lace kind of girl. I suppose we can't all be perfect, not like me." he said, nodding his head in agreement with himself.
Look at me. I am a silver unicorn. A goddamn unicorn. I am the embodiment of majestic. Fuck yeah.
“What?!” Chihiro was dumb struck, eyes wide as the sword, transformed into girlish-looking man. At first he was bowing and acting proper and Chihiro blushed, but just as she was about to return the bow awkwardly, he stood up and turned towards Risha, spouting something about her age and insulting who Chihiro thought could be her Grandmother. Risha looked absolutely pleased to see this young man… Sword… Guy. Chihiro stared at him for a bit, her eyes scanning his body. No, he wasn’t human. He had the aura of a supernatural entity. She jumped back a bit when he turned back around towards her, his eyes scanning her body. He suddenly insulted her skin and chest, and Chihiro’s face burned a deep red. This Ryuuenzan guy is too pushy, she didn’t like him. He soon returned his attention to Risha, speaking about some American chicks or whatever, and Chihiro gave the old woman a look of confusion, and she returned it with a cheerful stare before answering his question with a tired voice.
“Risha, who-slash-what is this gu-“ she was stopped by a sudden breeze, and her sight was lost against the intricate designs of her kimono skirt. This guy… This guy…! Her face was a bright red, eyes narrowed down to demonic-looking slits.
"Very nice, round and supple to make up for the lack in front. I could argue with your choice of panties, you look more like a black lace kind of girl. I suppose we can't all be perfect, not like me."
Out of the corner of her eye, Chihiro could make out a casual looking Risha, who was staring with sudden interest at the wall. Soon, her skirt fluttered down, and Chihiro’s rage was clearly visible. She calmly took a step back, rolling up her sleeves slowly, and then she threw forward a strong punch. And then another, and another. And then she added a kick to spice things up. She continued like that for a while until her energy ran out, and then she turned away, hiding her eyes behind her hair. Risha took the opportunity to grab both by the arm and lead them out of the room. The old woman was actually chuckling, the wrinkles around her eyes much more varied,
“Well, the walk will be a while,” she began, “Ryuu, this is Chihiro, granddaughter of Kai, and Chihiro, this is Ryuuenzan, the spirit of the sword. You two will be working together for now on, understand?” Chihiro wondered what Risha meant by ‘working together’, wasn’t this just a protection thing? Whatever, she was too annoyed to question anything right now. Eventually, the light of the world outside blinded Chihiro, and she nearly tripped as they stepped out of the cabinet, but she caught herself and blinked to allow her eyes to get used to the light. The room was now empty; Grandmother must have had important business to attend too. Chihiro sighed, letting her shoulders drop and lowering her head, the regalness she had before vanishing. No need to keep up an act when Grandmother wasn’t here. She stripped suddenly, only allowing her white undergarment to remain (which she had a servant tighten to keep the skirt from flying up so easily), and then fell onto her knees. Risha smiled down at her,
“Ryuu, want to explain the whole ‘work together’ thing?” Risha asked suddenly. Chihiro glanced up curiously, but kept a frown on her face, as if to show Ryuu how much she disliked him.
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The boy had considered the girl to be a typical polite light-weight, what with her poise and her dress and her choice of underwear. However, as he soon found out, that was not the case. Tsukumogami like him were unique among spirits because unlike others, when they were in contact with their body they were somewhat tangible. That was how they could walk, eat, sleep, touch things. And they could also feel pain.
And so when the girl started punching him, and then kicking him, he was of course caught off guard, and curled up in pain.
"Ow! Ow! Stoppit! Ow! Not the face, please! Not the face!" he begged, to no avail. The girl kept on beating him up until her energy ran out, and he was rather bruised.
"Ri... Risha..." he groaned, reaching out to the old woman weakly.
"Why didn't you tell me... That she would be... Such a bitch... blegh..." he groaned, faking his own death. But, just when one might have thought he was down, he popped right back up again, good as new.
"Haha, bet you thought I was dying right? Got you, didn't I? Yeah, my death-defying abilities amaze myself sometimes. This wasn't one of those times, though, since, well, I AM immortal and all." he said like it was nothing, though his smirking face told a different story.
He followed Risha and the introduced Chihiro out of the cold room, stretching.
"Aaah! It's so great to be out of that cramped old attic! Hey, Risha, next time I'm sealed away, I wanna be put someplace sunny. Put me on display, in one of those fancy glass cases, like the swords in museums! That way everybody can have a chance to be blessed by my amazing looks even when I'm not there!" he told her, grinning. With the rustling of fabric, he turned just in time to see Chihiro lose most of her clothing, though in his opinion, not enough. He whistled.
"Damn, girl, you look scandalous! Well, if this was three hundred years ago. Trust me, I know, I was there, got the t-shirt." he sassed her, in revenge for her smacking him around.
He turned to Risha with an upset face when she asked him to explain.
"Awwww, but Riiiishaaaaaa. I don't wannaaaaa." he said, giving her a puppy-dog look. It didn't work and he gave up.
"Fiiiiine." he sighed heavily, turning to Chihiro.
"Okay, babe, here's the thing. I'm not just any old ghost. I'm a tsukumogami, which if you've done you're homework is a god of furniture. Just kidding, but not really. See, when an inanimate object reaches a certain age, typically a hundred years or so, they become sentient and develop their own life force. Well, a little more than four hundred years ago, I was just a samurai sword. I did swordy things, like cut people up or sit in my sheath or be cleaned by my master. You know, normal stuff."
"Well, time passed, my master got older and he retired from his life of making people sushi. So I was sold to a monk with special eyes. The same special eyes and ears you have that let you see me, and others like me. This shouldn't come as a surprise, as this monk was like your great great grandfather with a lot more greats in their, ya get what I'm saying? I'm not going too fast? Good, cause now we get to the good part." he said, taking a deep breath. "You see, before this I was already a pretty damn cool sword, but Hashimoto Shira, you better be familiar with that name at least, he improved me. He purified my blade and cast me in a special kind of holy silver. I was still just a sword then, so it didn't hurt me at all. And why did Hashimoto Shira need an awesome samurai sword capable of cutting through hellspawn?"
"Because he was an exorcist. Him and I traveled around Japan, part of China and Korea, all over the place. Looking for ghosts and demons. I am a spirit that can kill, or not kill, more like purify, other spirits. There's somebody haunting your house, one slash of me, they pass on. Well, after I become a tsukumogami, I can wield myself, pretty much, but because I am technically owned by the Shira family, I stick with a master until that master retires or passes on. Like old man Kai. He was my master before Risha, Risha was my master after him, and now, you are my master. And with me, you have the job of going off and exorcising demons. Like Ghostbusters, you do know Ghostbusters, right? That American movie, whatever it was a thing the last time I was awake. Basically, you and I are partners in cracking down on otherworldly crime. We find ghosts or demons that do bad stuff, case them, slash them, boom, done, next one. Got that?" he asked, finishing his explanation.
He didn't stop to see if she did.
"Great, because I am starving! The kitchen is still in the same place, right? Do they still make those little thin cookies covered in chocolate? What do they call them, Pokeys? Pickys? Picky-pokeys?" he asked, wondering aloud as he left the room, heading down to the kitchen.
Look at me. I am a silver unicorn. A goddamn unicorn. I am the embodiment of majestic. Fuck yeah.
Ignoring Ryuu’s teasing, Chihiro leaned casually on the tatami flooring, yawning as he explained the situation and exorcism and fighting and stuff. Wait. Exorcists? Fighting?! Before she could ask the girly-boy any questions, he was up and about, asking for snacks. Chihiro was quick to give Risha a confused glanced, but the old woman was speaking with a servant. Glancing outside, Chihiro realized it was getting dark. Time for dinner. Two servants had suddenly brought in a low, wooden table, meaning they would be eating here rather the dinning room. Chihiro glanced at Risha again, and she realized her face was pale. She looked rather sick.
“Risha?” Chihiro leaned forward, examining the older woman closer, “Are you alright?” she asked. Risha smiled and nodded in response, and Chihiro didn’t wish to pry any further. What were they going on about again…? Oh right, the sword guy and exorcisms and fighting demons and stuff like that. Chihiro sighed, letting her head slump down onto the table. Sure, she knew Kendo; she knew how to lash at people with a sword. It wasn’t hard. But… Demons? While she didn’t look it (or she probably did), Chihiro was rather afraid of the supernatural entities she used to see as a child. They have all but gone away now, thanks to Risha and her wards, but sometimes she can sense them nearby, or she dreams of them. Chihiro had titled herself paranoid over all this. Suddenly, she was pulled from her thoughts by Risha, who was calling out for the sword guy,
“Ryuu! Don’t spoil your supper. Come back here and prepare for dinner!” she called in her raspy voice. While she did appear to be a bit sickly, Chihiro could still tell that the old woman was very happy to see this Ryuu. Sure, she was his master, but perhaps they had a deeper relationship. Chihiro stilled a chuckle and slowly sat back. “Risha… What if I refuse to fight demons?” she asked to the old woman. Risha glanced up at her, and shook her head,
“You cannot do that. It is tradition, and you are a Seer. You must not stain the family name because you are selfish or afraid.” Chihiro opened her mouth to talk back, but quickly thought against it and stared at her hands instead until she could smell whatever was being prepared. Smelled like pork. Perhaps tonkatsu. That would be nice, meals like that have been varied recently. A good meal should help her calm down, and then maybe afterwards she could take a nice bath and sleep for one hundred years. Chihiro wondered for a moment why she was suddenly so tired, but she shook it off and waited patiently for dinner to start arriving. (Gladly take charge of the two during the meal if you want too uwu)
Feeling a bit lethargic, Chihiro slowly stood up. A servant approached her to explain that the bath was ready, and she nodded and vanished into the hallway, towards the bathroom. She slid open the door and closed it behind her, stripping entirely in the front room before vanishing into the tiled room that lay through another door. She washed quickly, and then dipped herself into the large tub without hesitation, the warm water melting around her body comfortably. Now… School was tomorrow, then practice… Homework and meditation… Oh right how was Mr. Sword Guy going to fit in with her scheduling? She slowly slipped down into the tub, dipping her head underwater. Fighting ghosts and demons, that sounds like something out of a story book or anime. No way she could actually do it.
Meanwhile, Risha was staring outside with dark eyes. Something felt… Amiss in the house.
Ryuu was back in a flash, sticking his head through the doorway. He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips as food was brought in, eagerly sitting down by the low table and grinning widely at Risha.
"Do I smell pork? Risha! You remembered my favorite!" he said, picking up his chopsticks as the tonkastu was brought in. He ate quickly and eagerly, slurping down broth and gobbling down the pork. His mouth only stopped talking to eat, and he was on his third bowl of rice by the time Chihiro excuse herself.
Putting the edge of the bowl to his lips and guzzling down the last few grains, he gave a relaxed sigh and patted his stomach.
"Deeelicious!" he said, smiling widely. As dishes were carried away, he stood up, looking to where Risha was staring, his demeanor suddenly serious.
"I didn't want to alarm you earlier, because I thought it was just passing by, but we aren't alone." he said, furrowing his brow.
"Do you still put up the spirit wards yourself?" he asked her. She shook her head.
"Not for years now, I can't reach. Why, is it something bad? My senses aren't as keen as yours." she asked, concerned.
Ryuu shook his head.
"I can't tell. It doesn't feel particularly dark, but that may be because of the wards. I'm going to patrol, I'll come to you if I find anything." he said, pulling the screen door aside and leaving.
Risha still put the wards in the same place as always, he saw. To him they glowed slightly, creating an aura that would force demons and ghosts out. They didn't effect him, as he was by technicality a holy ghost, but other spirits and youkai wouldn't be able to get close. It put up a barrier around the house, if a spirit tried to get in, they'd just bounce right off.
But then what explained the presence he felt?
His answer came soon enough. He found it, a gap in the barrier. One of the paper wards was not glowing, and he hurried to it. What was wrong with it? This was the ward that guarded the north west part of the house, where the bathroom was. He examined it closely, before seeing what was wrong. The brush had slipped, and the characters were smudged. This wouldn't even hold a flea ghost out, let alone a youkai. He tore it off and scribbled a new one on the back, repairing the gap in the barrier.
But that would only stop ghosts from getting in or out. It would do nothing if there was already one inside.
He had to hurry and find the ghost, be it malevolent or not, it had to be exorcised. He heard noises in the bathroom, and he stopped, pressing his back against the wall. There was a presence there, he could feel it, a youkai.
He drew his sword, the blade glowing as it was pulled from it's sheath. He then opened the door, ready to smite whatever was inside-
It was Chihiro. In the bath. Naked.
Ryuu could only, blink, before bowing.
"Sorry. My mistake." he said, before slowly stepping outside and closing the door quietly. He sheathed his sword, now simply confused. Had it just been the girl he had felt, then?
Look at me. I am a silver unicorn. A goddamn unicorn. I am the embodiment of majestic. Fuck yeah.
Chihiro quickly rose her head out of the water at the sound of someone opening the door, cheeks red from the heat. Her eyes quickly met those of the sword man, and her face was that of a confused stick figure. Ryuu seemed a bit flustered as well, and he bowed and quickly left the room. Chihiro stared at the door for a moment, teeth bared with rage, but she quickly calmed herself, splashing her face to try and cool down. She'll give him another beating later, and then maybe try and get used to him. They were going to have to fight together, right? Chihiro knew she couldn't squirm her way out of this. She slowly rose from the bath, drying herself off. The front room was thankfully empty, and sleep wear. She slowly dressed, but suddenly froze as she felt an ice cold presence enter the room. Chihiro quickly spun around, eyes wide. Something, something was close.
Cold. The room was now cold as ice. Chihiro couldn't help but feel frightened. She quickly dressed and slammed open the door, glancing around outside before exiting the freezing room. Calm. Calm. She repeated this word over and over in her head until she pulled open the door to the room that held Risha,
"There's something in the house, right?" She asked quickly, scurrying over to the woman who was staring at the wall. Risha glanced up suddenly, eyes wide,
"You felt it as well?"
"Of course." She nodded. Trisha stared down at her hands, then up at Chihiro, "The ward on your room should be fine, go get some rest. School starts again tomorrow, right?" She told. Chihiro nodded slowly, straightening up, releasing her hair from the bun she had put it in. Risha was right, today was the last day if summer vacation. And she was very tired. After a bit of consideration she complied, turning away from the room.
"And don't worry, Ryuu will protect us."
Chihiro found that hard to believe. How could a perverted ghost protect them? Whatever. Feeling a bit light headed, Chihiro slowly made her way down the hall, sighing. Eventually she made it to her room, but something was missing. The red paper that warded away monsters. Not a good sign. Not at all. The air suddenly grew heavy, and Chihiro hesitated to open the door. Her hands shook as they clung to the wooden frame, and she slowly slid it open, peeking in, but it was surprisingly empty.
Ryuu returned to where Risha was after the bathroom incident, partly to report what he had found, and partly because he was scared what Chihiro would due to him now that he had peeped on her. It hadn't been on purpose, but he doubted such an explanation would work with her. Girls like her rarely cared for the reason.
He kneeled in front of Risha, looking around.
"One of your wards was damaged, there was a gap in the barrier. I fixed it, but I don't know if anything got in. I thought I felt a youkai, but when I went to check it out, it was just Chihiro. But I think it's safe to say that we should proceed with caution until we find out what got in, if anything. I'll continue with my search." he said, bowing and standing again.
Patrolling through the house wasn't just about looking for hidden spirits. He was also familiarizing himself with the layout of the house. Some things had changed in the ten years he'd been asleep. The kitchen had been renovated and looked much more modern and space efficient, there was a new bathroom, the tatami mats had been changed, replaced by hard wood floor in some places. But things were also the same. The magnolia tree in front was still there, blooming happily. He remembered Hashimoto carrying around the seedling, saying that he would settle down when a tree grew. One did, and although the main household had changed locations, this was still the original place Hashimoto had settled down.
Things seemed relatively peaceful, and he was about to write off his suspicions as nothing more than post-sealing shivers when he felt it again. Stronger this time. Again, in the northwest area of the house. Something was very wrong. There was definitely an intruder.
He rushed back to that area of the house, his feet silently striking the floor in a fast paced rhythm. He was close, he turned a corner and saw Chihiro, about to enter what he saw as a swirling miasma of darkness. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her away from the door. He covered her mouth, putting a finger to his lips.
"Be quiet! Something is here!" he whispered urgently. He pointed to the door.
"Look closely. Something isn't right. I see darkness there. Focus on it." he murmured, letting her go and standing up slowly, drawing his sword.
"Stay here." he told her, tiptoeing towards the door. He peeked through the open crack, looking in. The dark fog was not obscuring vision, but it was definitely creepy, and it hid where the youkai was hiding.
"It's the same one I felt in the bathroom." he breathed, opening the door more. He cautiously stepped inside, his sword glowing in the darkness. He turned on the lights, which made things brighter, but did nothing about the fog. He looked back at Chihiro.
"This is your room, right? Listen, that ward that was on the door was bad, I need you to make a new one. Just copy the pattern on a new piece of paper and pin it to the door. That will stop it from getting out." he told her, before looking around the room.
It was hiding somewhere, from him, from Chihiro. But where? It could be anywhere in the miasma.
"Are there any places in your wall or floors where it could hide? If we can find it, we can purify it, whatever it is. Although, judging from where we are, I think I know." he said. He had his suspicions, but if it was something like what he thought it was, then perhaps it would be good for Chihiro to see it for herself.
Look at me. I am a silver unicorn. A goddamn unicorn. I am the embodiment of majestic. Fuck yeah.