Uragiri

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Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.



Tug, Tug, Scratch, Tug.



“Stop it!” I hissed out.



“How can you stand this atrocity? Such limited human skin, I must remove it at once”



She scratched again, her arm hitting me in my side so hard I flinched. I tried in vain to flag down any passing cab, one finally stopping in front of us. We got in and I told the driver which station to drive to. She kept scratching until I forced her hands away from her eyes and hair.



“Where are we going anyway?” She asked, for the hundredth time.



“I told you, Nosoku’s Isle.”



“Why?”



I gave her a pointed look and she stared back, daring me not to answer her question.



“Look, when I first got here I needed a place to hide. Nosoku’s Isle is known for sheltering fleeing people. There I’ll be able to train you.”

“So you’re taking me to some shady location filled with dirty vagabonds?!! I refuse to go. And what ‘training’ could you possibly give me!”



I gestured for her to lower her voice but my attempts went unnoticed as she continued to rant and rave. When she realized I wasn’t paying attention to her she huffed and sank into her seat, mumbling curses.



Great, I’d decided to pick up a petulant child in my never ending quest to completely screw my life. I put my head against the cool glass of the window, letting the city lull me into a blissful sleep.



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Laughter. There was so much laughter.



A small red headed boy raced across the grass field, his fangs showing proudly as he smiled. He ran and ran, a taller man chasing him, a scowl on his face.



“Shin! Get back here before you hurt yourself! Come on.” The older man whined.



Shin continued to run happily eluding the older man who he looked so much like. His father, Hitoshi, finally stopped, waiting for the perfect moment. It came when Shin ran passed him, and he grabbed him into his arms, tickling the young boy for all he was worth.



“Okay! Hahahah…father please, I’ll be good now!”



His father put him down, rubbing his ears, before pulling them both onto the grass to sit. For a moment he simply looked at his son, and then he hugged him to his chest. Shin giggled, wiggling free of his father’s hold to stare at him oddly. His father had his head down, something he never did.



“Son. Your mother is ill. She…she will go away soon. So I have decided you should go and stay with your bearer.” He whispered.



“My what? Father what do you mean go away?”



“Shin, before your mother and I married, I was visited by a god named Anon. We…together we made you and he tried to…to make you disappear. His kind does not allow their gods much freedom and you would have been…but now, you’re a big boy. Now you have their power and can fend for yourself. And now…with your mother being so ill I…Anon would like you to live with him now.”



Shin looked at his father, eyes watering, not fully understanding what he was hearing. What did ‘bearer’ mean? Wasn’t his mother his mother? They looked nothing alike but he looked like his father so that was okay, right?



“I…”



Before Shin could finish a bright light flashed from behind him and he turned to see someone walking toward him.



“Shin, Anon comes. Be on your best behavior.”



Shin would have replied if his voice hadn’t died at the site of Anon before him. The being was surely more than a God, maybe a super mythological creature descendant upon this world and who had been given the title of God since there had been no true word to describe him. He was shorter than his father, his build slim but powerful in the way he held his frame. His long pristine, white hair flowed from its high ponytail to brush lightly against his waist. A gold band held back his bangs and he smiled kindly down at Shin, stretching out his hand that was covered in silver scales. They sparkled and Shin leaned closer, accidentally bumping against the man’s outstretched hand.



“My sweet little Shinju*.”



The voice was smooth but looking up Shin noticed the man had never moved his lips. Shin grinned, having learned how to communicate with his mind just a few months ago. He smiled as he remembered the shocked faces of his mother and father the first time he had talked to them. He had been saddened when his parents didn’t say anything back.



“My name is Shin. Father says you’re taking me away. I don’t want to leave my mommy.”



The beautiful face of Anon turned cold, deadly, and fierce the moment Shin uttered the words through his mind. He tried to back away but the glare Anon sent was directed at his father and Shin ran to hide behind his fathers’ legs. The two had a glare off before his father spoke.



“I refuse to listen to you and not say anything in return. If you deem it too tedious to use your voice, then do not speak.” His father commanded.



Anon’s face turned passive.



“Your wife is dead and I have returned for my son. Her spell has ended and I only hope that in Hell she finds the punishment suitable for what she has done. You have denied me my child too long Hitoshi!”



Shin went rigid. His mother was dead? But, his father had said…his mother was only ill. He hadn’t seen her in a few days but she had just been sick. Right? Right? He didn’t realize he’d been screaming those questions out loud until the horrified and sad look on his father’s face registered in his mind. There was silence, and then Shin ran.



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I sighed, recalling the memory of the day I found out I’d be living with Anon. I let the memories of what happened after that day drift into the back of my mind. Instead I focused on the passing city lights as we headed closer to Moku Station. I looked over at Tsukiko, who had stopped sulking to peak curiously at the world around her. She reminded me of what it was like the first night on my own. It had been scary and exhilarating at the same time.



The cab came to a stop and we got out. Getting the tickets were easy enough until we went downstairs to wait for the train. She started to get jittery, jumping at the movement of anyone too close to her. I sighed, moving and putting my arm around her waist, she calmed down quickly enough and we boarded the train. We chose two seats in the back and sat down in silence, my hand resting on hers to help alleviate her stress.



She jumped as the engine roared to life and the whoosh of the air under the train expelled to push us forward, out of the tunnel and onto a track that steered upwards, then away from the city. Soon enough scenes of the country filled our view and we switched seats so she could look out the window. I drifted off to sleep, my head lulling to the side.



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When I woke up, she was gone. I got up from my seat and looked around. A few people were sitting in their seats, reading or sleeping. I began to search the other cars, but after the third one I began to get worried. Had he found us? Did Anon feel me after what happened at the apartment and have him follow me and kidnap Tsukiko? I began to get hysterical and started to calm down once I realized I was making a scene. I needed to calm down before anyone noticed me more than they needed to.



I went to the bathroom, checking the stalls to make sure I was alone before locking the main door. I splashed some water on my face. Breathing deeply to calm myself and still my shaking hands. I hated loosing things, people, whatever. It sucked not knowing. I looked up and the color in my face drained, my entire body seizing up in blind fear. I didn’t more, couldn’t breathe, could barely think or see. In the mirror, there in the mirror.



Him.



He looked the same. Bronzed skin pulled over finely chiseled muscle, dark violet hair pulled in a low ponytail as charcoal gray eyes bore into me. He was dressed in an all black suit, not bothering to hide his demon markings. His fangs were tucked beneath his lips, and the blood red scales that sprouted from the back of his neck, extending to the front giving the illusion of flames licking at his skin, shimmered. He stepped forward, his hand coming to rest on my stomach, pulling me into his chest. The spell dropped instantly, my scales shimmering brightly, begging for a touch from his fingers. He brought his hand to them, stroking their rough texture and my body went limp in his arms. He stretched his other hand to where his mark now showed, burning against my skin in his rage that it had been hidden in the first place.



I whined, trying to get free, and with a soft grunt he pulled me closer, all the while his eyes never moved from looking into mine. Even as he leaned down, titling my head to his lips as he licked at my scales, then moved down. His fangs grazed my mark, his hot breath making me shudder, and I felt his fangs sink in. They didn’t go deep, he was simply reestablishing his claim, marking me, showing me that I was his and that I damn well should know he could tear out my throat should I make any move to displease him.



“Anon wishes to see you.” The bastard said with emotion.



“I—“



My words died in my mouth as he growled out a warning. He was demanding that I recognize him and so I tilted my head further to allow him easier access. He was not asking me, was not giving me a choice. He had simply stated something for me to hear, nothing more. His hand that wasn’t a steel grip on my face moved down toward my pants, cupping me. He growled in approval at my arousal and dug his hand inside, feeling his hot hands against my flesh I arched in pleasure.



“Yasuhiro.” I moaned.



He continued, his scales shimmering, almost glowing as he pressed against me, his hardness digging into my back. I moaned again and he continued to lick along my collarbone. My eyes began to dim in pleasure, my breathing shallow, my scales began to grow, spreading up into my hairline and down below to my neck. He grinned viciously in approval as swirls of black filled my eyes. I could feel electricity on my skin, it was him. He was controlling my body, making me show him my power, displaying myself so that he could revel in knowing the power of what was his. His hand slowed, moving to...the door slammed open, stopping him.



He was distracted and so I took control of myself and bolted out of the bathroom door, knocking over the train worker who had kicked down the door. I knocked over passengers in my frenzy to get back to my bag, and spotted Tsukiko standing near our seats. She had my bag in her had, a bun stuffed in her mouth and a questioning look. I didn’t give her a chance to say anything before pressing my void into the window causing it to shatter. I grabbed her and she spit out the bun as we soared out the window.











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