seimeinotaka

Day 4. Red moon
Warning. Includes very vague NSFW content.

There’s the sensation of her thighs against his skin, her weight shifting as she rocks her hips, her body framed by a thin red light. She runs her hands over her stomach, up to her chest caressing her breasts, and then her long hair that she lets down. Mikazuki looks at Aki’s figure with glassy eyes, letting himself be enticed by her movements, almost akin to a hypnotic dance that makes him forget about anything but them. Her tightness against his length, her moans that fill the air, she could be a demon trying to get his soul and he wouldn’t care less as long as he was with her.

When their lips crash together, he pulls her close to him, but not before staring deeply into her eyes, his hand touching the nape of her neck. The strands of hair against his fingers, the texture of her lips, that fresh scent of her skin, back when he was still a spirit, he’d not have known of the mysteries of humans, of the forbidden pleasures that brought them to their demise.

He loves the redness of her lips.

Mikazuki traces them with his finger, and Aki shifts in her sleep, porcelain face with a faint red dye. That color suits her, it is one of passion and courage, of strength and determination. It’s one of fire that refuses to be put out but, also holds tender warmth in it. He quietly leaves their bed, seeing her snuggle under the covers before going to the window.

The moon shines brightly above, round, dyed in blood. He chuckles quietly as he looks at his reflection in the sky. Mikazuki Munechika is now complete, with a human body and capable of feeling a myriad of human emotions, he has also been tainted by the red.

In some cultures the bloody moon is a sign of demise, of demons eating it away and stealing the light in the middle of the night.

There is an incoherent mumbling and he feels Aki’s lips on his back, hands over his chest as she presses her body against his. He laughs pleasantly as he places a hand over hers. “You should go back to sleep.”

“I can say the same to you, but you are too busy looking at yourself.”

He turns and she folds her arms in front of her chest, he plays with her hair. “I prefer to be looking at you.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, but there’s a bright smile on her face. “Right, nice try.”

Mikazuki lifts her chin, the hue of the moon is the same as the red of her lips. He leans forward and takes them in between his. She responds, hands tenderly pulling him close to her, warmth embracing both. Mikazuki smiles to himself as he thinks that he wouldn’t even care if she was a demon to take him away. He’d be with her until the end.

When they sleep, he pulls her close to him and smiles.

Day 5. Skeletons in the closet

There is a scream, loud and chilling in the middle of the night. Exactly thirty seconds after, there’s desperate knocking on Aki’s door, followed by crying and howling. Barely dressed, Aki opens the door, rubbing her eyes to meet the blue ghostly faces of Gokotai and Urashima. “So?”

The two children shiver and mumble things, echoed by the tigers. Aki has to shush them and points at Urashima, motioning him to speak.

“S-s-s-s--…” he babbles.

Aki sighs and frowns.

“Mikazuki, be right back. I’m seeing what these two are trying to say.”

“Hahaha, be careful, there might be spirits hiding around.”

Aki snickers and walks to Gokotai’s room, as easily as she can with the two swords clinging to her body. When they arrive, they meet Nikkari glancing at Gokotai’s room.

“Aah, I thought I heard screaming. Perhaps it was a monster arriving to invite a small child to play?” He says with a low laugh, and Aki smacks him gently.

“Shut up, you fucker. Can’t you see these two are already shitting their pants without your help?”

“Eheheh-gah!” There’s a twist of skin and Nikkari smirks in pain. “Are you so eager to,” there’s another pinch in his arm. “So this is the thing Mikazuki is into,” he mumbles to himself as Aki enters Gokotai’s room.

The room is a mess, clothes lying around and the drawers and dresser all open. She walks around, but sees nothing unusual, thinking of the actual warzones of Kanesan and Otegine’s rooms. “So, what happened?”

“Gokotai screamed and I came to see if he was alright.” That was the eventual summary of Urashima’s babbling from the doorframe, as both he and Gokotai refuse to enter the room.

“W-w-w-we… saw… something moving… in the closet,” Gokotai manages to squeak.

“Aah, maybe you’ve angered a ghost, Gokotai?” Nikkari says with a smirk and Aki can see what little color the kid had draining.

“Nikkari, fuck off. There’s nothing here.” She holds Gokotai and Urashima’s hands and drags them inside the room. “See, safe, if a little messy.” The swords let go and stand behind her, but see there’s nothing but clothes in the closet. They begin to smile.

Something ruffles from within, a hellish noise as a white ghost leaves the closet with a demonic Oooooo that mixes with a scream from both Gokotai and Urashima as they fall on their butts, tears falling down. There’s the sound of a fist into something and then they see Aki and the ghost falling down… Tsurumaru holds his nose and tries not to laugh, as he says, “My bad.”

“Tsurufucker, you almost gave these two a heart attack.” Aki smacks him and Tsurumaru just laughs and apologizes. “Look, there’s nothing here.” Aki moves around clothes, sticking her hand inside. “Oh, you dropped something.”

She hands Tsurumaru something from inside, long and thin, white.

“Uh, that isn’t mine…”

In that moment, a skeleton falls to the ground.

Gokotai and Urashima’s screams wake the entire citadel up.

Day 6. Dark Secrets

The group gathers behind the light of the candles, faces partially obscured. All of them rest their chins on their fingers, waiting for the moving object to stop spinning, as it loses momentum. When it stops, Kasen Kanesada simply closes his eyes.

“Fine then. There’s the blood of thirty six still on my blade, for my master was-”

Three swords huff.

“Kasen, everyone knows that already,” Midare says with a smile so wide it could belong to a demon. “We’re here for the juicy bits.”

“Hmph. My master used me to-”

“Okay, next~” Midare interrupts and he spins the bottle again. The swords look expectantly, as the top now points at Nikkari Aoe.

“Ufufu, should you be eager to do that? I might cut that youthful smile and-”

“NEXT.”

The bottle spins and its next victim is Heshikiri Hasebe.

“There was a time when that man used me to punish a servant-” Hasebe begins with a low voice, before Midare puffs his cheeks and shrieks.

“Ok, you just don’t know what a secret is…” Midare mutters as he pouts, kicking the chair he’s sitting at. “You just stop at the dark part…”

“In that case,” Kasen says indignantly, “would you care to show us what you expect us to answer?”

Midare smirks and stands up the table. “Fine then, do you know what is under these clothes?” He says with a somber voice, lifting up the hem of his skirt slightly.

“A penis,” the swords all together reply in a cold, deadpan voice that resounds in the room and makes Midare puff his cheeks so much he looks like a rather agitated squirrel.

Yamanbagiri Kunihiro lets out a long sigh and stands up. “If you are done with this, I’ll go back to tend-”

There’s a sinister laugh, and everyone in the room looks at the sword hidden in the flames, its light reflecting in the thin glasses.

“At this point, Yamanbagiri’s blanket will get stuck on Midare’s chair on the way out, making it fall.”

“Hey, what are you saying…” Hasebe begins but Yamanbagiri decides he wants nothing about anything, and leaves the room, but his steps are cut short by a flat noise of wood against wood and he stops right in tracks.

All eyes are on Yamanbagiri’s fluttering blanket, slipping from his owner and covering the fallen chair.

Kasen furrows his brows as he turns to Akashi. “So, are you going to reveal you are a psychic based on the blunder of the blanket man?”

“Oh oh, perhaps I’ve seen this same scene before. Right before all of your deaths, and a grieving woman trying to go back in time. I might have pitied her and decided to help her change the past.”

There’s a deep silence in the room and then all swords excuse themselves, leaving Akashi behind the candlelight.

Something black emerges from under the table, removes its mask to reveal Tsurumaru, who hugs Akashi from behind. “It looks like the beginning of a creepyful friendship.”

Day 7. Until death do us apart.

Mikazuki Munechika took a slow sip of the tea he’s been holding for a long time. The Saniwa, the one with the glasses and messy hair, sat quietly, waiting for him to continue. Mikazuki looked as if he was revisiting memories reflected in the tea, for his voice had been faint and fleeting.

“She probably never expected it. She had thought I was seeing other people behind her back. She actually confronted me about it. To be honest, and if I no longer felt anything for her, it was okay, as long as I didn’t lie to her.”

There was a smile on Mikazuki’s face, one the Saniwa had never seen before, wistful and faint.

“I was surprised, I shouldn’t have underestimated her attention to detail. I couldn’t postpone it any longer, even if that outburst was very endearing. I asked her to close her eyes and slid the ring on her finger. When she looked at it… I’ll never forget her expression. If I could keep a moment for all eternity, it’d be that one.”

The Saniwa smiled softly. He was very aware that his feelings for Wakatsuki Aki were hopeless. She loved another man, but even so, his heart beat faster as he imagined the surprised expression turning into a smile as she accepted to marry another man. Both knew the risks of their situation, in which a turn of events could drastically change everything, as Aki herself had faced throughout her life.

“We had promised to support each other. She said that in the west, couples vowed to do so until death did them apart. I have seen men living and passing away as the seasons change… But even so I wanted to be together as much as we could. I had hoped that for once, the passage of time would slow down and that fleeting time would become an eternity. But fate is never on our side. Before I noticed, she was no longer here and the landscapes lost all of their color.”

The Saniwa’s face was solemn, as he stared at the serene face of Mikazuki. There were so many things he wanted to say but couldn’t.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why does Blob look like he’ll cry at any second?”

“Ahahaha, I was telling him a story, we just reached the time you died,” Mikazuki said happily as he looked at the figure of Aki, standing right in front of him. The Saniwa rubbed his eyes, unable to not sniff loudly.

She arched an eyebrow and sat next to Mikazuki. “Oh, since that makes me a fucking ghost, I suppose you won’t mind me doing this, you piece of shit.” She pulled the corners of Mikazuki’s lips. He continued laughing pleasantly, muffled words saying “Hahaha, that tickles.”

“I’ll come as a ghost to kick your ass, if you keep killing me in your silly stories.”

Mikazuki kept laughing.

“…Please, hit me too,” the Saniwa whispers, as he eyed Aki and Mikazuki enviously.

Day 8. Witchcraft

The swords step aside when Akashi walks by, and there’s a look of fear on the tantos’ faces. Rumors of his abilities spread faster than anything and now some said he was capable of time-travel and magic. If something bad happens, it is Akashi’s fault and he’ll just smirk and laugh softly. No one dares to ask about their previous deaths and no one dares to ask their Saniwa because whenever someone reaches out to her, Akashi is at the corner, watching intently and the swords can feel the stares going through their hearts. It doesn’t help that when they were alone in the middle of the night, Akashi would move things and cause all sorts of nightmares, moving chairs and blowing out candles only by smiling and saying some words.

Naturally, in less than few days, everyone is convinced that Akashi has made a pact with the devil. And, if things couldn’t get worse, Aki is called to Tokyo and she has to bring Mikazuki with her. The swords realize they have to fend for themselves.

Kasen closes the book and looks at the group of Toushirous (except for Ichigo who is away) and the other concerned and pranked swords. “I’ve made exhaustive research, and according to several holy texts, destruction of witches involves purging through flames.”

“Hmmm,” Otegine wonders aloud. “A bonfire would do it but…”

“O-o-oh! If you are worried about Souza and everyone, well we could just use the microwave!” Imanotsurugi adds after careful consideration, which earns everyone’s approval. And so, in the light of the sun, the swords decide to hunt for the witch (that Kasen corrects as a warlock).

When Aki and the swords come from their report travel, they find a group of small children and idiots trying to shove Akashi’s head inside the microwave, a mess of a house as if hell has arrived and a huge headache because something stupid happened again. When the terrified swords explain, Aki reassures them that she will take care of the witch.

There is a spiritual cleansing season. A small group gathers in a dark room barely lit by candles, the swords are given something in secret to all but Akashi, and they begin to pray. Among them sits Gokotai, too terrified by the events to actually pay attention, not helped by Akashi’s creepy laugh that makes him sweat. It is then that he feels something behind him and he screams.

Gokotai picks up the items Aki gave him and throws them above his shoulder, fucking marbles hitting something soft followed by a heavy moan and the sound of a body hitting the floor. Aki turns on the lights and walks to the rolling dark monster, taking off the black mask to reveal pale skin turning red, on the spots the marbles had struck Tsurumaru’s face.

“And there, you have it. Akashi Kunifucker and Tsuruasshole Kuninaga. You are sentenced to a week of licking the toilets clean.”

The swords try to escape, the last thing they see is her smirk.