Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Muma Oni - The Succubus Demon ❯ The Martial Art of Gift Giving ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Levante01 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 176 | Status: Completed
Jira scratched at Sato’s door. Finally she managed to slide it open and slip in. She strode lightly across the room and jumped onto Sato’s bed and laid next to him. Sato turned over, wrapping his arms around Jira. She mewed quietly as she tried to pull away from Sato.
“Oh Hirashi,” Sato mumbled in his sleep. “I’ve waited so long to tell you this.” Jira began pawing at Sato’s face to wake him. “I’ve been so afraid to before,” Sato continued. “Hirashi, I love you!”
Jira scratched Sato hard across the face. He opened his eyes and looked at Jira who was only inches from his face. He let out a loud yelp, throwing Jira into the air. She landed lightly on the floor and scanted out of the room.
Sato sat up, looking around. “What happened?” he said.
“You were almost making love with a cat,” said Muma, standing at the door. “In your dream you were crying out, ‘Oh Jira, how lovely you are!’ I don’t think she liked it so much.”
“Oh, you’re lying!” Sato said, punching his bed.
Muma closed her eyes. “You’re right. What you were really saying is, ‘Oh Muma, make a real man outta me!’”
“Shut up!” Sato cried, throwing a pillow at the door. Muma shut the door quickly and the pillow flopped to the floor.
Sato stood from his bed and began to stretch. He looked around at his calendar and saw the day circled: December 24th.
“I better get downtown and get Hirashi’s present,” he said. “Midnight we’re doing our gift exchange, and I need plenty of time to pick the perfect gift.”
Sato got dressed and went to his door. As soon as he opened the door Muma clung to him. “Ooh, Sati, you know what today is?” she said cheerfully.
“Um, yeah?” Sato said.
Muma stroked Sato’s cheek and put her lips near his other cheek. “So, what’re you gonna get me for Christmas? You know I don’t really ask for much from you. Just your eternal love and devotion is enough for me.”
Sato walked into the hall, Muma still clinging to him. “Do you even know what the value of exchanging gifts on Christmas is about?”
“It’s about, um,” said Muma. She released Sato and put a hand to her chin, thinking hard. “Well, I don’t really know. It’s not like I was born in this century.”
Sato stopped at the stairs. “It’s about exchanging feelings for others,” Sato said. “The more meaningful the gift, the more it shows you care about the person.”
“Ooh, so you’re gonna get me something really great, right?” asked Muma.
Sato sighed. “Why would you expect a gift from me?”
“Because we were meant to be together,” Muma said brightly.
“Sorry to burst your bubble,” Sato said, starting down the stairs, “but I really don’t care about you.”
Muma froze, her eyes wide as she watched Sato continue down the stairs and walk out the front door without glancing back.
***
“I love wintertime,” Ina said as she and Sato walked through the market, “especially when it snows. It’s so beautiful, don’t you think?”
“Sure is,” said Sato. He felt relaxed for once in a long time as he hung out with his best friend.
“Oh, I wanted to tell you,” Ina said, “my mom’s cooking a big dinner for tomorrow. She wants your household to come over and spend your Christmas with us. We’ll have a few more people over as well. We’re having a Christmas party.”
“Okay, sounds great,” Sato said.
A loud bell was chiming over the noisy street. Ina pulled Sato in the direction to find the bell. “It’s coming from here,” Ina said.
A boy about their age was standing on a tall podium. On either side of the podium was a stack of gifts wrapped in red and white. “Come on, someone!” the boy was crying. “Take me up on this challenge.”
“What challenge?” Ina asked the boy, walking up to the podium.
The boy knelt down. He was quite handsome and looked wealthy. “Hello, lovely thing,” he said with a white smile. “My name is Kisuro Nabura. Would you like to take up my challenge?”
“Depends what your challenge is,” said Ina.
“Well,” Kisuro said, straightening, “I like to call it martial arts gift giving. All you have to do is give out all of your gifts to those of the opposite sex, take a picture with them, and make it back to this point before your opponent. Sabotaging your opponent by attacking is permitted. When both fighters return here, if one has given more gifts, regardless if they returned first, that fighter wins.”
“How can someone give more gifts than the other?” Ina said.
“Hence the sabotaging,” Kisuro said.
Ina backed behind Sato. “Well, I’m not a fighter really. But Kannin would be a perfect challenge!”
“Hirashi, what’re you doing?” Sato asked. “I don’t want to do this.”
“What’s wrong, kid?” Kisuro said smugly. “You scared to face me?”
Sato clenched his fist. “Yeah right! I’m not scared of anything!”
“Then fight me,” Kisuro said.
Sato nodded. “Fine, I’ll do it!”
***
Pinaka walked up the stairs and crossed the hall to Muma’s room. She knocked gently on the door. “Muma, are you awake?” she called. “I have lunch ready, come and eat. Muma?”
She slid the door open slightly and peeked in. “Muma, are you okay?”
Muma was lying on her pallet, her face buried in her pillow. Pinaka entered and closed the door behind her, then strode over to Muma. She sat beside Muma and stroked her back gently.
“Come on, dear, what’s wrong?” Pinaka asked.
Muma raised her teary face and looked at Pinaka. “Sati said he doesn’t care about me!” she cried, grasping Pinaka’s dress and burying her face into her breasts. “How can he be so cruel to me?”
“I’m sure he cares about you,” Pinaka said, hugging Muma gently. “Did he actually say he didn’t care?”
Muma nodded, keeping her face planted in Pinaka’s chest.
“I’m sure it’ll be okay,” Pinaka said. “Come eat; you’ll feel better.”
“Okay,” said Muma, getting up with Pinaka.
***
“All right,” Kisuro said, “you know the rules. The first one back with the most gifts given is the winner.”
Sato nodded. Both he and Kisuro had large sacks on their backs. Ina was standing aside, cheering to Sato.
“You got your camera, right?” Kisuro asked.
“Yeah,” Sato replied, holding up the digital camera Kisuro had given him.
“Then let’s get started,” Kisuro said. “Go!”
Sato and Kisuro darted down the street. Kisuro took the opportunity to begin the sabotage. He struck quickly at Sato. Sato dodged and followed with a round kick, but Kisuro blocked back.
“You show promise, Kannin,” Kisuro said.
“You’re not bad yourself,” returned Sato, quite impressed.
Sato raced through the town as fast as he could, finding girls who were more than happy to help him in the battle and accept his gift. Some were reluctant to take the picture, but did so anyway.
“I would appreciate it if you accepted this gift,” Sato said to a cute junior high girl. “Do you mind taking a picture too?”
Kisuro stormed by Sato, knocking the gift from his hand as he handed it to the girl. Kisuro stomped on the gift as he turned to Sato. “Looks like I’m ahead of you,” he said.
“We’ll see about that,” said Sato, gritting his teeth. “How about I take out one of your gifts?” He put his bag down and charged at Kisuro.
Kisuro dodged the attack and caught Sato on the top of his foot, bringing Sato down hard into the snow. “You’ll have to do harder than that!” Kisuro laughed.
Sato pulled his face from the snow and watched as Kisuro galloped away. He returned to the girl, apologizing for what happened. After taking the picture he continued down the street, darting for Kisuro.
“Hey,” Kisuro said smugly to a beautiful high schooler, brushing back his hair. “I’m in the middle of a contest, and I would like for you––” He stopped suddenly as Sato came charging at him.
“What’s your deal, Kannin?” Kisuro asked.
“I’m going to beat you, that’s what!” Sato said, twisting around as he tried for a kick.
“How are you gonna do that?”
“Like this!” Sato caught Kisuro with an uppercut. Kisuro’s bag went flying through the air, opening and dropping presents from its mouth. Sato jumped and kicked three presents back into the air, the gifts unwrapping and spilling out onto the road.
Sato landed gracefully and turned back to Kisuro with a smile. “How do you like that?” he said.
Kisuro scowled. “I’ll get you for this, Kannin.”
“Just try me!” Sato cried as he raced from the scene.
***
“Thanks for helping me with the cookies, Muma,” Pinaka said as she took off her apron, turning to Muma. “You’re a natural in the kitchen.”
“Thanks,” said Muma glumly as she washed her hands, staring out of the window above the sink.
Pinaka put her hands on Muma’s shoulders. “Oh come on, Muma,” she said, “cheer up. Tomorrow’s Christmas! There’s no time to mope about! Grandpa said we’re having a party at Ina’s house tomorrow. Don’t you want to look cheerful for the occasion? Maybe you’ll find a cute guy there.”
“No one can replace Sati,” said Muma, shrugging off Pinaka and entering the sitting room.
“Sorry,” Pinaka said, frowning.
***
Sato ducked a swift kick. He returned the attack and struck Kisuro hard. They stood on opposite sides of the street, staring at each other. Kisuro pulled out the final gift he had and held it up.
“Let’s make a deal, Kannin,” he said. “How many gifts have you given out?”
“Twelve. You?” replied Sato.
“Same,” Kisuro said. “And it looks like you’re down to your last gift as well, huh?”
Sato pulled out the final present he had. “I guess so,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Well,” said Kisuro, smirking, “how about we have a sudden death battle? We each hold our gifts like this, battle it out, and the one to drop their present loses, and the winner gives out the last gift and returns the winner.”
Sato looked at his last gift. “It sounds tempting,” he said. “Or I could just give mine out quickly and return to the podium before you.”
“And where’s the fun in that?” Kisuro asked. “So, what do you say?”
“You’re on,” Sato said, smiling. “Let’s finish this here and now!”
“Oh Hirashi,” Sato mumbled in his sleep. “I’ve waited so long to tell you this.” Jira began pawing at Sato’s face to wake him. “I’ve been so afraid to before,” Sato continued. “Hirashi, I love you!”
Jira scratched Sato hard across the face. He opened his eyes and looked at Jira who was only inches from his face. He let out a loud yelp, throwing Jira into the air. She landed lightly on the floor and scanted out of the room.
Sato sat up, looking around. “What happened?” he said.
“You were almost making love with a cat,” said Muma, standing at the door. “In your dream you were crying out, ‘Oh Jira, how lovely you are!’ I don’t think she liked it so much.”
“Oh, you’re lying!” Sato said, punching his bed.
Muma closed her eyes. “You’re right. What you were really saying is, ‘Oh Muma, make a real man outta me!’”
“Shut up!” Sato cried, throwing a pillow at the door. Muma shut the door quickly and the pillow flopped to the floor.
Sato stood from his bed and began to stretch. He looked around at his calendar and saw the day circled: December 24th.
“I better get downtown and get Hirashi’s present,” he said. “Midnight we’re doing our gift exchange, and I need plenty of time to pick the perfect gift.”
Sato got dressed and went to his door. As soon as he opened the door Muma clung to him. “Ooh, Sati, you know what today is?” she said cheerfully.
“Um, yeah?” Sato said.
Muma stroked Sato’s cheek and put her lips near his other cheek. “So, what’re you gonna get me for Christmas? You know I don’t really ask for much from you. Just your eternal love and devotion is enough for me.”
Sato walked into the hall, Muma still clinging to him. “Do you even know what the value of exchanging gifts on Christmas is about?”
“It’s about, um,” said Muma. She released Sato and put a hand to her chin, thinking hard. “Well, I don’t really know. It’s not like I was born in this century.”
Sato stopped at the stairs. “It’s about exchanging feelings for others,” Sato said. “The more meaningful the gift, the more it shows you care about the person.”
“Ooh, so you’re gonna get me something really great, right?” asked Muma.
Sato sighed. “Why would you expect a gift from me?”
“Because we were meant to be together,” Muma said brightly.
“Sorry to burst your bubble,” Sato said, starting down the stairs, “but I really don’t care about you.”
Muma froze, her eyes wide as she watched Sato continue down the stairs and walk out the front door without glancing back.
***
“I love wintertime,” Ina said as she and Sato walked through the market, “especially when it snows. It’s so beautiful, don’t you think?”
“Sure is,” said Sato. He felt relaxed for once in a long time as he hung out with his best friend.
“Oh, I wanted to tell you,” Ina said, “my mom’s cooking a big dinner for tomorrow. She wants your household to come over and spend your Christmas with us. We’ll have a few more people over as well. We’re having a Christmas party.”
“Okay, sounds great,” Sato said.
A loud bell was chiming over the noisy street. Ina pulled Sato in the direction to find the bell. “It’s coming from here,” Ina said.
A boy about their age was standing on a tall podium. On either side of the podium was a stack of gifts wrapped in red and white. “Come on, someone!” the boy was crying. “Take me up on this challenge.”
“What challenge?” Ina asked the boy, walking up to the podium.
The boy knelt down. He was quite handsome and looked wealthy. “Hello, lovely thing,” he said with a white smile. “My name is Kisuro Nabura. Would you like to take up my challenge?”
“Depends what your challenge is,” said Ina.
“Well,” Kisuro said, straightening, “I like to call it martial arts gift giving. All you have to do is give out all of your gifts to those of the opposite sex, take a picture with them, and make it back to this point before your opponent. Sabotaging your opponent by attacking is permitted. When both fighters return here, if one has given more gifts, regardless if they returned first, that fighter wins.”
“How can someone give more gifts than the other?” Ina said.
“Hence the sabotaging,” Kisuro said.
Ina backed behind Sato. “Well, I’m not a fighter really. But Kannin would be a perfect challenge!”
“Hirashi, what’re you doing?” Sato asked. “I don’t want to do this.”
“What’s wrong, kid?” Kisuro said smugly. “You scared to face me?”
Sato clenched his fist. “Yeah right! I’m not scared of anything!”
“Then fight me,” Kisuro said.
Sato nodded. “Fine, I’ll do it!”
***
Pinaka walked up the stairs and crossed the hall to Muma’s room. She knocked gently on the door. “Muma, are you awake?” she called. “I have lunch ready, come and eat. Muma?”
She slid the door open slightly and peeked in. “Muma, are you okay?”
Muma was lying on her pallet, her face buried in her pillow. Pinaka entered and closed the door behind her, then strode over to Muma. She sat beside Muma and stroked her back gently.
“Come on, dear, what’s wrong?” Pinaka asked.
Muma raised her teary face and looked at Pinaka. “Sati said he doesn’t care about me!” she cried, grasping Pinaka’s dress and burying her face into her breasts. “How can he be so cruel to me?”
“I’m sure he cares about you,” Pinaka said, hugging Muma gently. “Did he actually say he didn’t care?”
Muma nodded, keeping her face planted in Pinaka’s chest.
“I’m sure it’ll be okay,” Pinaka said. “Come eat; you’ll feel better.”
“Okay,” said Muma, getting up with Pinaka.
***
“All right,” Kisuro said, “you know the rules. The first one back with the most gifts given is the winner.”
Sato nodded. Both he and Kisuro had large sacks on their backs. Ina was standing aside, cheering to Sato.
“You got your camera, right?” Kisuro asked.
“Yeah,” Sato replied, holding up the digital camera Kisuro had given him.
“Then let’s get started,” Kisuro said. “Go!”
Sato and Kisuro darted down the street. Kisuro took the opportunity to begin the sabotage. He struck quickly at Sato. Sato dodged and followed with a round kick, but Kisuro blocked back.
“You show promise, Kannin,” Kisuro said.
“You’re not bad yourself,” returned Sato, quite impressed.
Sato raced through the town as fast as he could, finding girls who were more than happy to help him in the battle and accept his gift. Some were reluctant to take the picture, but did so anyway.
“I would appreciate it if you accepted this gift,” Sato said to a cute junior high girl. “Do you mind taking a picture too?”
Kisuro stormed by Sato, knocking the gift from his hand as he handed it to the girl. Kisuro stomped on the gift as he turned to Sato. “Looks like I’m ahead of you,” he said.
“We’ll see about that,” said Sato, gritting his teeth. “How about I take out one of your gifts?” He put his bag down and charged at Kisuro.
Kisuro dodged the attack and caught Sato on the top of his foot, bringing Sato down hard into the snow. “You’ll have to do harder than that!” Kisuro laughed.
Sato pulled his face from the snow and watched as Kisuro galloped away. He returned to the girl, apologizing for what happened. After taking the picture he continued down the street, darting for Kisuro.
“Hey,” Kisuro said smugly to a beautiful high schooler, brushing back his hair. “I’m in the middle of a contest, and I would like for you––” He stopped suddenly as Sato came charging at him.
“What’s your deal, Kannin?” Kisuro asked.
“I’m going to beat you, that’s what!” Sato said, twisting around as he tried for a kick.
“How are you gonna do that?”
“Like this!” Sato caught Kisuro with an uppercut. Kisuro’s bag went flying through the air, opening and dropping presents from its mouth. Sato jumped and kicked three presents back into the air, the gifts unwrapping and spilling out onto the road.
Sato landed gracefully and turned back to Kisuro with a smile. “How do you like that?” he said.
Kisuro scowled. “I’ll get you for this, Kannin.”
“Just try me!” Sato cried as he raced from the scene.
***
“Thanks for helping me with the cookies, Muma,” Pinaka said as she took off her apron, turning to Muma. “You’re a natural in the kitchen.”
“Thanks,” said Muma glumly as she washed her hands, staring out of the window above the sink.
Pinaka put her hands on Muma’s shoulders. “Oh come on, Muma,” she said, “cheer up. Tomorrow’s Christmas! There’s no time to mope about! Grandpa said we’re having a party at Ina’s house tomorrow. Don’t you want to look cheerful for the occasion? Maybe you’ll find a cute guy there.”
“No one can replace Sati,” said Muma, shrugging off Pinaka and entering the sitting room.
“Sorry,” Pinaka said, frowning.
***
Sato ducked a swift kick. He returned the attack and struck Kisuro hard. They stood on opposite sides of the street, staring at each other. Kisuro pulled out the final gift he had and held it up.
“Let’s make a deal, Kannin,” he said. “How many gifts have you given out?”
“Twelve. You?” replied Sato.
“Same,” Kisuro said. “And it looks like you’re down to your last gift as well, huh?”
Sato pulled out the final present he had. “I guess so,” he said. “What’s up?”
“Well,” said Kisuro, smirking, “how about we have a sudden death battle? We each hold our gifts like this, battle it out, and the one to drop their present loses, and the winner gives out the last gift and returns the winner.”
Sato looked at his last gift. “It sounds tempting,” he said. “Or I could just give mine out quickly and return to the podium before you.”
“And where’s the fun in that?” Kisuro asked. “So, what do you say?”
“You’re on,” Sato said, smiling. “Let’s finish this here and now!”