Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Muma Oni - The Succubus Demon ❯ An Old Friend ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Levante01 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.21.2009 | Updated On: 12.05.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.21.2009 | Updated On: 12.05.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Sato sat up in his bed and gave a huge yawn, stretching toward the ceiling. He lowered his arms and looked out of his window. “Oh wow!” he said. “It’s snowing! That’s great! No practice today!”
He got dressed and headed downstairs where he already found Pinaka and Muma sitting in the sitting room eating breakfast. A spot was set for Sato to join them.
“Where’s Grandpa?” Sato asked as he sat down. “He’s usually up hours before me.”
“He went out to the shrine,” Pinaka said, feeding a small clump of rice to Jira who was next to her. “He mentioned something about praying for good fortune. Have you seen the news? We’re supposed to get at least three inches of snow.”
“Cool,” Sato said. “I guess I can see why Grandpa wants to pray. It was snowing about that much when my parents and sister died.”
“Well, forget that now,” Muma said. “That day’s over and done with. It’s time to be happy again!”
Sato smiled. “You’re right. Christmas is around the corner. It’s time for joy and cheer.”
“And plenty of sake!” Muma cried, raising her chopsticks in the air.
“I like my sake mixed with eggnog,” Pinaka said.
Sato and Muma stared at Pinaka, their brows twitching. “Pina, are you serious?” Sato asked.
“Sure,” said Pinaka. “Ooh and a dab of Ramune makes it just perfect!”
“You really need to have your taste buds checked,” Sato said.
“My taste buds are perfectly fine,” Pinaka argued, dipping a little pickle into a puddle of soy sauce she had set aside on her plate.
Muma and Sato looked to each other, both making a gagging motion.
There was a rap on the front door. Sato turned around as it opened and saw Ina walk into the house, taking off her shoes and putting on slippers. She walked into the sitting room and looked around at the group.
“Hey guys,” she said.
“Ohayou, Ina,” said Pinaka. “Would you like me to get you something to eat?”
“No thanks, Pina,” Ina said, “I had a big breakfast before coming over. I came to get Kannin.”
“What for?” Sato asked with a mouthful of rice.
“Some of our classmates are going up into the mountains,” Ina said. “They’re gonna do a little snowboarding. Want to come with?”
“Sure, let me finish eating,” Sato said.
Muma glanced at the clock on the wall. She dropped her chopsticks and bowl on the table. “Oh no, I’ve gotta go!”
“What’s wrong, Muma?” Ina asked.
“She’s got a job now,” Pinaka explained. “She’s working downtown at a restaurant. What was it called again?”
Muma came down the stairs. She had left the room without anyone noticing to change into her waitress outfit. “It’s the Okonomiyaki Ryoriya.”
“Oh, a pizza girl, huh?” said Sato. “Have fun! Maybe we’ll be by for lunch later.”
Muma paused to wink at Sato before leaving. As usual the wink sent a chill down Sato’s spine.
***
“Okay, maybe snowboarding wasn’t my best idea ever,” said Ina as she wrapped a bandage around Sato’s bruised arm. “How was I to know you didn’t know how to snowboard? You should’ve said something.”
They were back at Sato’s house, in his room. “I know how to snowboard,” Sato said. “I just didn’t see that tree in my way, that’s all.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ina said, taping the bandage. “So, Kannin, you know that Christmas is in just a couple weeks; any idea what you wanna do?”
“Probably the same as usual,” Sato said, putting his shirt back on. “Why do you ask?”
“I thought we could do things different this year,” Ina said. “We’re old enough now. Maybe we can spend it just you and me.”
Ina’s face was turning red as she thought about it. Sato leaned back on his bed. “What’s the big deal about being just the two of us? We always hang out.”
“I know,” Ina said, twiddling her fingers. “But Kannin, we’ve known each other for so long. We still call each other by surnames. I was wondering if we could––”
“Hirashi,” said Sato as he sat up, “I don’t want things to be different. They’re fine just the way they are.”
“But why? What could it hurt?”
Sato stood now. “I just don’t want anything to ruin the friendship that we have. So let it go, okay?”
Ina lowered her head and nodded.
***
Grandpa walked into the house, lowering his bamboo umbrella and setting it aside. Jira came up to him and rubbed on his legs. “Hello there, Jira,” he said. He put on a pair of slippers and walked into the sitting room, seeing Pinaka passed out on the floor, cuddling a blanket.
He sat at the table. “It seems Muma has already gone to work,” he said. “I wonder if Sato is home.”
There was a rap on the front door. Grandpa got up and went to the door. He slid it open and gasped in surprise at the visitor.
***
Sato came down the stairs, Ina following closely. He stopped as he saw his grandpa standing at the front door with an astonished expression.
“Grandpa, what’s wrong?” Sato asked.
Grandpa backed away from the door and a tall, strong looking man walked in. He had a cloak draped around his shoulders. His black hair dangled at his shoulders. A rogue strand of his bangs stuck up, making a jagged shape.
“Is that really you?” Grandpa asked the man.
“It is, Sato,” said the man.
“Sato?” repeated Ina.
“That’s Grandpa’s name too,” Sato said to Ina. He went down the stairs and stood next to Grandpa. “Who is this?”
The man peered down at Sato. “You must be the young Sato that your grandfather is so proud of.”
Grandpa cleared his throat. “Sato, this is an old friend of mine. At one point we had owned a dojo together.”
“I am Kazuhiko Otomo,” the man said. “Please, just call me Otomo. Mister is not necessary.”
“Please, Kazuhiko, come in,” said Grandpa, closing the door behind Otomo.
The group entered the sitting room. Grandpa woke Pinaka and asked her to make tea. He then sat at the table as the rest and looked to his friend.
“Tell me, Kazuhiko, what happened?” Grandpa said. “I thought you were dead.”
“I almost was,” Otomo said. “I was mangled badly. I’ve had to have my face completely restructured, and quite a few of my bones were replaced by steel rods.”
“I see,” Grandpa said. “That explains your young features still. So, what brings you here?”
“Just thought I’d say hello to an old friend since I was in the neighborhood. Also, I wanted to see the grandson you were so fond of back then.”
“Yes, well, Sato has grown into a fine boy since,” Grandpa said.
Otomo nodded. “Yes, he did. Just looking at him I can tell he has great power.” He looked at Ina. “And this must be young Sato’s girlfriend, huh?”
Ina blushed. “No, I’m just a friend, that’s all. My name is Ina Hirashi.”
“It’s a pleasure,” Otomo said.
Pinaka came back with the tea. “Here you go,” she said, entering the room. “Let me serve––ah!” She tripped over her own feet, sprawling forward.
Instantly Otomo was on his feet. He caught Pinaka in his arms and managed to stably hold the tray of tea in his other hand.
“Impressive, Kazuhiko,” said Grandpa. “I see you haven’t lost your touch.”
“Yes,” Otomo said as he helped Pinaka serve the tea. “That’s a reason why I’m here.”
Grandpa sipped from his tea. “What do you mean?”
Otomo sat and sipped his tea a minute. Then he lowered his glass and looked directly at Sato. “I’ve come to challenge the heir to this shrine. Young Sato Kannin, I challenge you to a fight in martial arts.”
Dead silence went around the room. Sato gagged on his tea. Putting his tea down, Sato asked, “You want to challenge me?”
Otomo nodded. “I want to make sure that you have been learning right. Being family, your grandfather has probably gone easy on you. I, on the other hand, will not.”
Sato looked around at the others. Grandpa nodded to him to accept the challenge. Sato returned his gaze to Otomo. “Well, the weather’s not good, but you’ve got it! I accept your challenge.”
Otomo placed down his tea and stood. “Then let us begin.”
Sato nodded.
He got dressed and headed downstairs where he already found Pinaka and Muma sitting in the sitting room eating breakfast. A spot was set for Sato to join them.
“Where’s Grandpa?” Sato asked as he sat down. “He’s usually up hours before me.”
“He went out to the shrine,” Pinaka said, feeding a small clump of rice to Jira who was next to her. “He mentioned something about praying for good fortune. Have you seen the news? We’re supposed to get at least three inches of snow.”
“Cool,” Sato said. “I guess I can see why Grandpa wants to pray. It was snowing about that much when my parents and sister died.”
“Well, forget that now,” Muma said. “That day’s over and done with. It’s time to be happy again!”
Sato smiled. “You’re right. Christmas is around the corner. It’s time for joy and cheer.”
“And plenty of sake!” Muma cried, raising her chopsticks in the air.
“I like my sake mixed with eggnog,” Pinaka said.
Sato and Muma stared at Pinaka, their brows twitching. “Pina, are you serious?” Sato asked.
“Sure,” said Pinaka. “Ooh and a dab of Ramune makes it just perfect!”
“You really need to have your taste buds checked,” Sato said.
“My taste buds are perfectly fine,” Pinaka argued, dipping a little pickle into a puddle of soy sauce she had set aside on her plate.
Muma and Sato looked to each other, both making a gagging motion.
There was a rap on the front door. Sato turned around as it opened and saw Ina walk into the house, taking off her shoes and putting on slippers. She walked into the sitting room and looked around at the group.
“Hey guys,” she said.
“Ohayou, Ina,” said Pinaka. “Would you like me to get you something to eat?”
“No thanks, Pina,” Ina said, “I had a big breakfast before coming over. I came to get Kannin.”
“What for?” Sato asked with a mouthful of rice.
“Some of our classmates are going up into the mountains,” Ina said. “They’re gonna do a little snowboarding. Want to come with?”
“Sure, let me finish eating,” Sato said.
Muma glanced at the clock on the wall. She dropped her chopsticks and bowl on the table. “Oh no, I’ve gotta go!”
“What’s wrong, Muma?” Ina asked.
“She’s got a job now,” Pinaka explained. “She’s working downtown at a restaurant. What was it called again?”
Muma came down the stairs. She had left the room without anyone noticing to change into her waitress outfit. “It’s the Okonomiyaki Ryoriya.”
“Oh, a pizza girl, huh?” said Sato. “Have fun! Maybe we’ll be by for lunch later.”
Muma paused to wink at Sato before leaving. As usual the wink sent a chill down Sato’s spine.
***
“Okay, maybe snowboarding wasn’t my best idea ever,” said Ina as she wrapped a bandage around Sato’s bruised arm. “How was I to know you didn’t know how to snowboard? You should’ve said something.”
They were back at Sato’s house, in his room. “I know how to snowboard,” Sato said. “I just didn’t see that tree in my way, that’s all.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ina said, taping the bandage. “So, Kannin, you know that Christmas is in just a couple weeks; any idea what you wanna do?”
“Probably the same as usual,” Sato said, putting his shirt back on. “Why do you ask?”
“I thought we could do things different this year,” Ina said. “We’re old enough now. Maybe we can spend it just you and me.”
Ina’s face was turning red as she thought about it. Sato leaned back on his bed. “What’s the big deal about being just the two of us? We always hang out.”
“I know,” Ina said, twiddling her fingers. “But Kannin, we’ve known each other for so long. We still call each other by surnames. I was wondering if we could––”
“Hirashi,” said Sato as he sat up, “I don’t want things to be different. They’re fine just the way they are.”
“But why? What could it hurt?”
Sato stood now. “I just don’t want anything to ruin the friendship that we have. So let it go, okay?”
Ina lowered her head and nodded.
***
Grandpa walked into the house, lowering his bamboo umbrella and setting it aside. Jira came up to him and rubbed on his legs. “Hello there, Jira,” he said. He put on a pair of slippers and walked into the sitting room, seeing Pinaka passed out on the floor, cuddling a blanket.
He sat at the table. “It seems Muma has already gone to work,” he said. “I wonder if Sato is home.”
There was a rap on the front door. Grandpa got up and went to the door. He slid it open and gasped in surprise at the visitor.
***
Sato came down the stairs, Ina following closely. He stopped as he saw his grandpa standing at the front door with an astonished expression.
“Grandpa, what’s wrong?” Sato asked.
Grandpa backed away from the door and a tall, strong looking man walked in. He had a cloak draped around his shoulders. His black hair dangled at his shoulders. A rogue strand of his bangs stuck up, making a jagged shape.
“Is that really you?” Grandpa asked the man.
“It is, Sato,” said the man.
“Sato?” repeated Ina.
“That’s Grandpa’s name too,” Sato said to Ina. He went down the stairs and stood next to Grandpa. “Who is this?”
The man peered down at Sato. “You must be the young Sato that your grandfather is so proud of.”
Grandpa cleared his throat. “Sato, this is an old friend of mine. At one point we had owned a dojo together.”
“I am Kazuhiko Otomo,” the man said. “Please, just call me Otomo. Mister is not necessary.”
“Please, Kazuhiko, come in,” said Grandpa, closing the door behind Otomo.
The group entered the sitting room. Grandpa woke Pinaka and asked her to make tea. He then sat at the table as the rest and looked to his friend.
“Tell me, Kazuhiko, what happened?” Grandpa said. “I thought you were dead.”
“I almost was,” Otomo said. “I was mangled badly. I’ve had to have my face completely restructured, and quite a few of my bones were replaced by steel rods.”
“I see,” Grandpa said. “That explains your young features still. So, what brings you here?”
“Just thought I’d say hello to an old friend since I was in the neighborhood. Also, I wanted to see the grandson you were so fond of back then.”
“Yes, well, Sato has grown into a fine boy since,” Grandpa said.
Otomo nodded. “Yes, he did. Just looking at him I can tell he has great power.” He looked at Ina. “And this must be young Sato’s girlfriend, huh?”
Ina blushed. “No, I’m just a friend, that’s all. My name is Ina Hirashi.”
“It’s a pleasure,” Otomo said.
Pinaka came back with the tea. “Here you go,” she said, entering the room. “Let me serve––ah!” She tripped over her own feet, sprawling forward.
Instantly Otomo was on his feet. He caught Pinaka in his arms and managed to stably hold the tray of tea in his other hand.
“Impressive, Kazuhiko,” said Grandpa. “I see you haven’t lost your touch.”
“Yes,” Otomo said as he helped Pinaka serve the tea. “That’s a reason why I’m here.”
Grandpa sipped from his tea. “What do you mean?”
Otomo sat and sipped his tea a minute. Then he lowered his glass and looked directly at Sato. “I’ve come to challenge the heir to this shrine. Young Sato Kannin, I challenge you to a fight in martial arts.”
Dead silence went around the room. Sato gagged on his tea. Putting his tea down, Sato asked, “You want to challenge me?”
Otomo nodded. “I want to make sure that you have been learning right. Being family, your grandfather has probably gone easy on you. I, on the other hand, will not.”
Sato looked around at the others. Grandpa nodded to him to accept the challenge. Sato returned his gaze to Otomo. “Well, the weather’s not good, but you’ve got it! I accept your challenge.”
Otomo placed down his tea and stood. “Then let us begin.”
Sato nodded.