Sanaek !gwSNAAKE5k 2010/11/09 (Tue) 08:08 No. 128560 ▼
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Ugh. First I’m thrust into this rather disadvantageous situation, and now what is this interrogation? Under her weight I find the want to respond very low on my list of priorities. First up, escape, plain and simple. Now maybe… maybe after a bit of wanton slaughter and an interrogation of my own will I place my desire to answer her stupid questions.
“I'm whatever you want me to be, girl.” I give her a worthless answer. A rubbish answer to an equally inane question, and I even get a bit of a giggle out of saying it.
Ack! She proceeds to thank my by ramming her knee into my ribs. What a wonderful sort, this one. I might like to rip that leg off when given the opportunity. Preserving the health of myself and Kogasa is of importance now, but I will not think twice to do it once we’re both free.
“Not quite the answer I’m looking for,” says Aya as she drives her knee just slightly deeper into my side. It’s all a rather painful experience, so I change my shape slightly to accommodate the intruding appendage. She takes no notice and continues blabbering on, “A name or species might be nice, for starters.”
“I can tell you now that my first answer was no joke,” I say, feeling my now hollow rib cage flex even more as she tries to break some bones. I decide to prove my point, now that she has begun to physically pressure me, and she suddenly finds herself sitting atop a cloud of fine black powder.
“See what I mean?”
I materialize, leaning against a tree to her rear. But as I speak I move to attack, and I pin her to the ground with my trident. Oh, I don’t actually hurt her. But the slightest movement of her head might make her neck bleed a bit. The other attacker moves to recapture me, but I give the cretin a good glare and move the trident to drive the point home. The girl Aya sheds a drop or two of blood for it, but the wound is nothing that won’t heal within a day or two. Her second picks Kogasa up as a hostage, and holds a blade to the girl’s throat.
“Let me go!” Aya yells, grabbing at the prongs of the weapon at her neck and trying to push it back. She dares not struggle, but I do not believe I can release her without having to fight her and possibly kill her anyway. How quickly this situation has degraded is quite astonishing.
“Ah, what an awkward situation I find myself in,” I say aloud, turning to the one holding Kogasa hostage. Now that I get a good look at him… her… er, it, I see no defining features. A hood covers the head, and only the voice can give me a clear indication of gender. I believe male, but I could be mistaken. On a more important note, one wrong move on my part will cost Kogasa her life, and I don’t believe tsukumogami have any spares of those.
“You there,” I continue, “How’s about you let her go and I don’t take off the head of little sweet cheeks here?”
Aya grimaces at the name I call her… or perhaps at the possibility that I may very well kill her, or… Well, to be honest there are a number of things that could cause her to make that hideous face, but her timing suggests it was because I called her sweet cheeks. Pfft, what a laugh!
But the… man I think… shows no signs of budging. He… I think, says nothing, and slowly takes a step back. Kogasa seems to understand that her life is in danger, but says and does nothing. She simply complies with everything the man wishes for her to do. Good girl.
“Well, I suppose there’s nothing stopping me from tearing her head off,” I say, turning to him but keeping a foot planted on Aya’s face just to keep her quiet and still, “To be honest, the youkai you’re holding hostage isn’t exactly a close friend of mine or anything. Rather, we’d just met not even a full day ago.”
“Your point being…?” he asks, holding the blade closer to her neck. It wrenches my gut as it starts to draw blood, and keeping my face straight takes more willpower than I can muster. My first inclination is to run at him, but by the time I get all the way over there he would have already killed her. It begs the question, why does seeing Kogasa in pain bother me so much?
“My point being,” I can hear my voice shaking, but can do nothing to stop it. The sight of her blood on that knife chills me to the bone. I have to convince him to release her, but I can do naught but bluff. “…is do you truly believe taking that girl hostage gives you any sort of leverage? If her worth to me is zero, what good would holding her or killing her do?”
I pause, wondering if this is the best course of action. He could call my bluff and kill Kogasa if this goes poorly, or he could release her. I can’t see his face, so I have no way of telling. My bones turn to ice and my chest cavity feels like it’s freezing over more and more with every word I speak.
“You haven’t killed Aya yet,” he says, “so this girl clearly must mean something to you.”
I feel a knot growing in my stomach. I feel sick. I worry that by bluffing I’ve made the wrong decision and that by doing so I’ve cost Kogasa her life. But this man seems to be easing away, and the distance between the knife and Kogasa’s neck begins to widen and grow.
“Simply put,” he continues, “we both find ourselves in a similar situation. But I’ve no intention or reason to kill this girl. I can’t speak for you, however, and I cannot let her go until Aya is free. You let Aya go and we’ll be on our way.”
“Easier said than done,” I take one look at Aya. After having been stuck on the ground with a trident holding her neck and my foot on her face, her face is one of incredible rage.
“I can handle her, don’t you worry,” the man holding Kogasa steps closer, easing his grip on the blade a bit, “just… let her go, and we’ll be on our way. No need to unnecessarily shed any more blood.”