The Miko's Wishes and the Demon's Will [Otachii & Zero]
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				Title: <strong>The Miko's Wishes and the Demon's Will [Otachii &amp; Zero]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 05:33:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j309/Otachii/guitargal.jpg)</div>The life of a miko was no life for Amai Fujiyama; a restless sort of girl with bigger dreams. She didn't want the humble life tending to a shrine promised. The prospect of living her life day in and day out with nothing to look forward to but sweeping the front steps, greeting the visitors and spending her nights praying and meditating didn't appeal at all to the young woman. Amai wanted much more from life, namely, she wanted to live it. She craved the freedom to be a normal high school girl; to wear their short skirts, swoon over rock stars, flirt with boys. But if her grandparents caught wind of any such behavior they would scold and punish her. <br><br>They were so old fashioned, they wanted her to be the epitome of a “proper young lady”; namely quiet, reserved and soft natured. They didn't care that that just wasn't the kind of girl she was, the wanted to snuff of her wildly flaming heart. Day in and day out she fought them, holding fast to her spirit even though her grandparents always won, though never quite completely. No matter how much they forced her to pray, how many times they made her sweep or how many pales of water they made her fetch Amai would do it all with hope and her heart and a daydream in her head. One day she'd break away, she'd find a way to. “Amai! You flighty girl.” <br><br>Black eyelashes fluttered over eyes of the deepest blue as the young girl turned round to spot her grandfather hobbling toward her, brandishing his walking stick and clutching his back. He was a wrinkled white prune with a thin long beard and hunched in the back due to age. She could have easily outran him but instead Amai held her broom to the side and accepted the harsh jab he offered her stomach with his cane. There was no point in running, she had no where to go and would just have to return to worse punishment. “Where is the water for your grandmother's bath? You know she likes to bathe at the same time each day.”<br><br>Of course Amai knew that, her grandmother reminded her daily but Amai's mind always got so caught up in her daydreams that she never remembered. But it worked out well, by the time Amai got her grandmother her water each day it was the same time. But that didn't stop her grandfather from complaining. “Hai, I'm going now grandfather.” She nodded curtly and moved around the old man as she grumbled about her laziness. But Amai wasn't listening; she had learned long ago how to tune out when her grandparents complained, it happened so often after all. <br><br>She traveled to the shed secluded behind the temple to drop off her broom and retrieve the wooden bucket she'd use to carry the water. Beyond the shed she traveled, down the back of the hill their shrine sat on into the thickly set trees. Her sandals caught on rocks and roots jutting from the ground but the young beauty managed to stay on her feet. The effort was strenuous though and made her curse beneath her breath. Why her grandmother couldn't just wash herself off with the bath water was beyond Amai. Her grandparents idea that this dumb spring in the forest was sacred was just ridiculous. <br><br>But far be it for Amai to share her thoughts with them. It took her ten minutes to get there and, when she did the young woman revered the bubbling brook with disdain. I was small but deep, with short rock build-ups that formed tiny waterfalls. It was a beautiful spring; but having to travel to it daily and lug back a heavy pale of water from it made her hate the thing. A sigh left her plump, tightly puckered mouth as Amai leaned down over the edge of the water. Her long bangs fell into her eyes and she swiped at the strands, the movement sending her forward. <br><br>With a cry Amai's arm entered the icy water, her hand smacking against the bottom to hold herself up. Her entire arm was submerged as well as the tops of her large breasts secured in her miko garb. “Damn it!” Amai hissed pushing herself back onto her feet with a shiver and a shake of her arm. She regarded her wet chest with yet a deeper sigh, tucking her fingers into the white cloth to tug it out of her long baggy red pants and open it to pull it off her shoulders. Beneath the top she wore a black t-shirt that clung hard to her very thick torso. <br><br>The shirt's neckline was cut in a low V that would have made her grandmother cry, what with all the cleavage it revealed and cut off just above her bejeweled naval; a piercing Amai had been able to hide from her grandparents. Amai was busy rolling up her shirt when she realized something... the pale. She looked around her to find the wooden bucket floating on it's bottom, headed down stream. The oddity of the sight didn't immediately strike Amai as she tossed the top of her miko uniform aside and ran off after the bucket. “Shit!” She cursed begrudgingly, the pale managing to stay just feet in front of her with the rapid movement of the water. <br><br>That was until it veered and hit a particularly large rock formation in located in a wider, deeper part of the stream that the water flowed around. Propping a hand against one of the large rocks that formed the gathering, Amai leaned over to grasp hold of her bucket but paused. Though the water was cols and the sun hidden by the trees, the rock was unusually hot. Amai's dark brown gaze rose to it, staring curiously at a slit that ran all the way up and over the rock, presumably to the other side, as if it was put there to hide an opening in the rock in front of it. “Odd...” She whispered, running a finger down the slit to feel the hot air that seeped from it. <br><br>There was a faint, spicy sent to the big set of rocks; masculine and alluring and, despite herself, Amai felt herself moving closer. She'd never know why she did it, what compelled her; she'd always assume it was that wonderful smell. But, for whatever reason, Amai pushed her lovely lips to the part in the rock.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Miko's Wishes and the Demon's Will [Otachii &amp; Zero]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zero</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 02:59:00</strong>
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				How many centuries had the demon been sealed up within the orb? Time for the immortal was of course, not so much the issue, however the sheer humiliation of being bound to such a prison, was one which gnawed upon the demon. It had been careless, having gathered up enough followers to believe that none could touch him, only to be sealed up by a clever priestess. His resting place had once been a large altar, which had over the many years been eroded away.<br><br>The demon, even sealed within the rock could still use some of his once vast powers. Once the rock formation no longer fully covered up the orb which he was bound to, he was able to start allowing his magic to slowly penetrate outwards, seeking mortals to free him from his prison. Unfortunately, none came, as even though his actual resting place was forgotten, the area had become of course, a shrine of holiness… which meant that the pickings would be quite few.<br><br>The time that it spent within the orb was not wasted. He did brood over the first few years, but began to formulate a true plan to escape from his prison. At first it was simple, to ensnare a wandering warlock or magi to free him. But as the years passed there were fewer and fewer of those who were attuned to magic. Thus, he had to revise his plans to fit those which passed by the eroding altar. If one didn't have magic, they couldn't necessarily free him, but he could still bind himself to their bodies… and then at least his vessel would be moving rather than still like the orb. <br><br>When Amai however, finally pushed over the rock, the demon wasted no time in initiating his plan. Magic began to make its way to Amai, her fingers feeling its heat and when it neared her face, she would believe it to be an aroma which would be hard to resist. Indeed, it's smell would be different depending on the mortal. However, the result would be the same, and once Amai placed her lips on the orb, it cracked, and a small magical spell ran through the girl which signified her to be that which the demon was now bound to.<br><br>It was smoke which came out of the orb first, before a dark shadow rushed out wards, rising up towards the sun as it felt the air upon its body and it's dark oppressive magic beginning to emanate like an aura from its form.<br><br>When the smoke began to clear, the demon was visible. His form was quite humanoid, that of a tall, strong-built male. However, several features did make him stand out as a demon. His horns, rising out from the top of his black hair, his hands which had the sharpness of claws, and last but not least, a long slender tail, which did not sway like an animals, but rather seemed poised, in full control of the demon.<br><br>It looked down at Amai, before smiling and moving close to her, bending down to get his face close to the mortal. "Thank you for releasing me mortal… now, lead me to the nearest magi, so that they may fully free me and I will consider sparing your life." He told her, hoping to scare her into not realizing that he was bound to her, and that she was currently protected at least, from any of his fatal wrath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Miko's Wishes and the Demon's Will [Otachii &amp; Zero]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pastel Kitkat</strong> on <strong>14-02-2011, 07:53:09</strong>
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				Her grandparents being the superstitious old bastards they were, Amai had heard many tales of demons and their trickery. How such impish creatures lured in unsuspecting humans to devour or corrupt them, the seductions they used against the simple mortal mind. But the young woman hadn't ever taken any of it seriously; no matter what her grandparents said, she knew there was no such things as demons or mischievous forest spirits. Such things were falsehoods spoken of in children stories or romanticized in anime. Or so she thought. When the strange rock cracked down it's middle, Amai jerked backwards and, when that strange smoke oozed from it she stumbled as she moved back and topple with a soft cry to the ground. <br><br>She hit it hard, scraping her palms on the rocks littering the riverbank as she braced herself. Her thick lips were parted so that her mouth hung open in awe, her luminescent blue eyes huge with wonder as the smoke cleared to reveal a truly bizarre looking male before her. She blinked once, twice, over and over as if staring at something too bright for her eyes to beheld. Her body was rigid and, when the man came down upon her she mere gazed stiffly at him, propped up on her hands. Her crystal gaze shifted the the top of his head, gawking at what protruded from the top. Were they really horns? <br><br>And there behind him... was that truly a tail? Something of a squeak hiccuped from Amai's throat and her pretty eyes glazed over. Another squeak, this one a bit louder and gruffer followed by a snort. She was giggling, laughing in disbelief right in the man's face as she looked down at his claws. “My God, my fucking God, I'm hallucinating.” She laughed a bit louder, dragging herself away from the male's form to push up onto her feet, reaching back to brush the dirt from her pert bottom, hidden by her loose pants. <br><br>“I knew I shouldn't have let Tsuki talk me into eating those mushrooms. I'm having some sort of delayed reaction.” She said to herself, turning her back on the man to cradle her face into her scratched-up palms. There was no way what was happening was real; people didn't emerge from rocks as smoke and solidify and they didn't have claws or horns or tails. “Easy Amai, calm down girl.” She breathed deep, her bosom rising hard to strain against the fabric of her tight t-shirt as she tried to calm herself. <br><br>“It's not real; you're becoming as paranoid as your grandparents.” She tried to reason with herself as she began to walk away; leaving her bucket and her hallucination behind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Miko's Wishes and the Demon's Will [Otachii &amp; Zero]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zero</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 06:12:20</strong>
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				The demon had been looking for more of a worshiping type response, but he wasn't exactly surprised by the human's response. Denial is one of the quickest ways a human knows how to deal with the unknown, and for now, it didn't bother the demon at all. Skirvir, as his old name from the humans was, decided to shift into a more ethereal form, and follow the human which he was bound to around to observe her rather than directly affect her in any way. He hid his dark aura and allowed himself to look at his surroundings.<br><br>As she made her way back to her home, he was a little surprised at the changes. The shrine was large, inhabited now quite a bit of the mountainface. It seemed the humans had evolved indeed, as Skirvir decided it might be interesting to perhaps, pick at the brain of that which he was bound to. Rather than affecting her consciousness, he merely peered into her thoughts, gathering what he could about her friends, the environment and the times around, attempting to now get acclimated with his new surroundings.<br><br>He began to plot a little, deciding that she should at least be punished a little for her stupidity. He'd play the role of a trickster, bringing her bad luck wherever she went for now. Until nighttime when it would be safe to reveal himself to her and her only, he would force her to continue to think about her bad luck, and of course her mind would wander to the demonic presence she had released up near the river.<br><br>Her life was about to change, and while Skirvir used to be a powerful demon who might not sink so low, his time inside the prison allowed him to appreciate the more simple things, and currently making the life of his new vessel almost unlivable would give him a little relief of his boredom, and maybe exorcize his magic a little, allowing himself to slowly acclimate himself back into the human realm and activity.
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