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Author’s Note: Wow. I get no homework. But I’ll be damned if I can find time to work on this story… I’m so sorry. College app’s are taking over my life. A word to all of you younger than me: Get them done BEFORE November. It’ll make your life much easier…
Thanks to a dark rose, roadtoeternity, and shibi chibi (my ever present reviewers) for your reviews!
A dark rose- I haven’t gotten around to reading it yet, but I’ll print it out and try to read it during school, k?
Roadtoeternity- thanks for picking kinmedai. I think I’ll go with that
Shibi chibi- Not quite.
And I’m so sorry. This isn’t quite the chapter you wanted. But, this isn’t a random new story. I swear this has something to do with red moon! And it’s not another filler chapter either! Please read :)
The Story
Once upon a time, a man lived happily with his daughter in a small village. He didn’t have much, but he was happy. That happiness, however, was shattered on fateful day when his daughter vanished without a trace. The man searched all over for her, but she was nowhere to be found. He searched and searched, and would have searched for the rest of his life had his neighbors, who pitied him, not told him she probably was dead. Devastated, the man became a recluse in the woods, miserable and alone.
On a cold winter night, the man was awakened from his slumber by a knock upon the door. The man shuffled to the door and was startled to see a man in a cloak, collapsed on his doorstep and clutching a wrapped bundle carefully in his arms. He quickly helped the stranger inside, and allowed him time to heal. For nearly two weeks the cloaked stranger, as the man began to call him, rested in the man’s spare bedroom, and was hardly ever seen by his gracious host. When he finally emerged, he asked the man a rather strange question.
“What is your deepest desire?”
“What?” asked the man, surprised “Why do you ask?”
“What is your deepest desire?” repeated the Cloaked Stranger
The man was quiet for a moment, then responded “My daughter. I loved her more than life itself, but one day she vanished. My neighbors believe she is dead.”
“And you?” asked the Cloaked Stranger
“I know she is probably dead, but in my heart I will not believe it,” replied the man
“You have helped me when everyone else rejected me. In my thanks, I will find your daughter,” said the Cloaked Stranger. He was silent for a minute, then continued “However, I know I could not ask you to help me anymore than you have already helped me, but I must ask you for one more favor.”
“I’ll do anything for you if you’d find my daughter!” exclaimed the man
The cloaked stranger handed the man the wrapped bundle, which he had been so carefully protecting. Much to the man’s surprise, the bundle moved in his arms.
“Please, I beg of you, raise my child for me,” said the Cloaked Stranger “Where I will travel to search for your daughter is no place for a young child.”
“Of course,” replied the man after a moment of silence
“Thank you,” replied the Cloaked Stranger as he walked out the door
The man unraveled the bundle, and saw a healthy baby girl staring back at him. She had a sort of exotic beauty, for she had silver hair and yellow eyes, and a curious blue triangular tribal-like tattoo under her right eye. The girl smiled at him, and the man knew he had made the right decision.
The man raised the girl like he would his own daughter, and grew to love her in the same way. As the girl blossomed into a young lady, so too did her exotic beauty. It was one of the many traits the man loved about her. He let her do whatever she pleased; all he asked was that she never go into the village, for he felt his neighbors would not favor her beauty in the way he did. And she never once broke that one rule.
One night, similar to the night when the girl came into the man’s life, there was a knock at the door. The girl, surprised by the break in routine, arose from her armchair and walked over towards the door. She failed to notice the look of shock and fear on the man’s face as she passed. The man feared that it was the Cloaked Stranger to reclaim his daughter. He had grown far too attached to the girl, and decided he would not give her back without a fight for, while he had raised her, he slowly had forgotten their deal, and even his own beloved daughter.
“Can I help you?” asked the girl, politely
On the other side of the door stood the man’s daughter, fully grown.
“Father, father, where are you?” cried the daughter
“Do I know you?” asked the man, rising from his chair
“Father, father, it’s me!” said the daughter, pushing the girl aside
“I’m sorry, but I’m not your father,” said the man
“Father, yes you are!” cried the daughter, clutching the man by his shoulders “You were put under a spell by a demon! You must snap out of it!”
“A… spell?” said the man, slowly
The man clearly believed his nighttime visitor was not in her right mind, speaking of spells and demons, and having the audacity of claiming to be his daughter! And yet, deep in his hear, he could sense there was something sincere—and familiar—about the visitor. And slowly, like the blossom of a flower, the man began to remember; about the Cloaked Stranger’s promise, about the girl, and about his beloved daughter. His eyes seemed to widen with each new revelation.
“My girl… my baby girl…” said the man slowly, embracing his daughter “Where have you been all this time?”
“I’ve always been right in front of you father,” replied the daughter “Waiting for the spell to be broken.”
“But—but, you disappeared—” started the man
“That was all a part of the spell! The spell that demon’s father put on you!” said the daughter, pointing to the girl, who was standing in the doorway.
As the man laid eyes upon the girl he had raised, the girl he had loved, for the first time he saw her for what she truly was—a demon. And all the love, all the happy memories the two shared, seemed to fade away, and was replaced by anger and shame.
“Get out…” stammered the man “Get out now… I never wish to see your hideous face ever again.”
“But.. But… father… why?” asked the girl
“I am NOT your father!” cried the man “YOUR father is a nasty demon who played with my memories! I will not forgive him, and I will not forgive you! Now leave, before I do something I really regret!”
The girl, frightened by the man’s sudden change of demeanor, quickly ran out the door and was never seen again. And from that day forth, the man and his daughter lived happily in the woods, and no demon ever darkened their door again.
Name time- Did I ever tell you what Kurenai’s name means? looks back at the last chapter Guess not, I said I was going to… Sorry. Okay Kurenai means crimson, and Michikake means waxing and waning of the moon. Michikake because he can transform… and yeah. That’s it.
Until next time!
