Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Muma Oni - The Succubus Demon ❯ The Perfect Gift ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Levante01 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.12.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.12.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 166 | Status: Completed
“Kannin!” Ina called as she saw Sato just down the road. She stopped as she saw Kisuro on the opposite side of the street. “They’re not moving. I wonder what’s up.”
***
“Looks like our little bout draws to a close,” Kisuro said, smiling. “You ready for this, Kannin? I guess it doesn’t take much to prepare for losing, huh?”
“Let me know after I beat you,” Sato said.
“We’ll see about that,” said Kisuro, reaching his free hand behind his back. He pulled out a leather stick about a foot long and held it up. He pressed a button and three feet of steel shot out, making a perfect club.
“Wait, you can’t use weapons,” Sato said.
Kisuro threw back his head. “I never said that. Now come on!”
Sato rushed forward. He ducked under Kisuro’s rod and grabbed him from behind. Letting out a loud cry, Sato chucked Kisuro into the air. He landed gracefully on the top of a building and looked down, smirking at Sato.
“That the best you got?” he asked.
“Don’t bet on it!” Sato shouted. He raced to the alley between that building and the one next to it, and sprinted up the facing walls.
“Now it gets interesting,” said Kisuro.
“That it does,” Sato said. “You’re going down hard!”
Sato charged at Kisuro. Kisuro spun to the side, dodging Sato and smacking him on the back of this head with his rod. Sato staggered forward and turned to Kisuro who held up his weapon valiantly at Sato.
“Kannin, catch!” came a cry from below.
Sato looked down and saw Ina standing below. She tossed a bamboo umbrella up to him. He caught it quickly and held it toward Kisuro.
“Looks like the playing fields are even,” Sato said.
Kisuro and Sato circled each other on the roof. Kisuro was the first to attack. Sato countered and stabbed Kisuro hard in the ribs. The two exchanged quick attacks like expert swordsmen. Sato whipped around with an excellent parry, forcing Kisuro to lose his balance, but Kisuro easily got it back.
“Take this!” Kisuro cried, coming down hard with his rod. Sato parried again, but the umbrella was unable to take the strain any longer and snapped, sending the top half through the air while Sato remained holding the bottom.
“Tough break, kid,” Kisuro said. “It ends here!”
Sato dodged to the side as Kisuro came at him. Without thinking, Sato struck Kisuro fast in the throat with the blunt end of the umbrella shaft. Kisuro staggered backwards, taken off guard. Sato threw the piece of bamboo away and kicked Kisuro’s hand that held the present. He then spun back the other way and struck Kisuro hard in his already bruised ribs, sending him flying from the rooftop.
Sato heard him crash below, but his focus turned to the gift floating through the air. He caught it up and moved to the edge of the roof, looking down below at Kisuro who lay unmoving on the street, a crowd forming around him.
“Hey Kisuro!” Sato called. Kisuro looked up at him. “Looks like I win.” He held Kisuro’s present in front of him and punted it high into the air.
***
Muma sulked from the bathroom having just soaked in the tub. She moved to the sitting room and sat at the table where Pinaka and Jira were, watching some kind of soap opera on the television.
Pinaka looked over at Muma. “How’re you feeling?” she asked.
“Like crap,” said Muma, slamming her head on the table. They were silent for a few minutes as Pinaka continued to watch her program. Suddenly Muma lifted her head, reached across the table, grabbing Pinaka, and cried out, “How could Sato tell me that he doesn’t care? It’s just not fair! All the things I’ve done for him! All the times I’ve willingly showed him my body in the bath!”
“You know, Muma,” Pinaka said, “maybe it’s you sneaking into the bath while he’s in there that’s set him against you. Sometimes boys have to have their privacy.”
Muma released Pinaka and stood, pulling down the shoulder of her robe and stroking her skin gently. “But what boy in their right mind wouldn’t want to see my perfect skin?”
“If it makes you feel better,” Pinaka said, “tonight we can sit on the roof and enjoy some sake together. Maybe Grandpa will join us. He told me Sato will be spending all day and night with Miss Hirashi.”
“Maybe that’s my problem,” said Muma as she sat back down. “What if I was more like Ina? I could do my hair in a pigtail, wear short skirts, short shirts, short shorts, all of that. Then would he like me more?”
Pinaka’s attention went back to Muma. “He’s known Miss Hirashi since they were kids. It’s only natural that they hang out so much, even if they don’t have a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. I doubt you acting more like Miss Hirashi is going to change his feelings for you.”
“Maybe you’re right,” said Muma, dropping her head back on the table.
***
“Kannin, you were awesome,” Ina said as Sato climbed down from the building. “I can’t believe you beat him!”
“Good work, Kannin,” said Kisuro who was now on his feet, “but it’s still not over. You have to find someone to give that gift to.”
Sato looked at the gift and smiled. “Not a problem,” he said. He tossed it to Ina and quickly stood beside her. “Say cheese!” he said, snapping a quick picture of them together. He turned back to Kisuro and tossed the camera at him. “Done.”
“Wait a second!” Kisuro said. “She didn’t accept it!”
Sato looked around at Ina. “Do you object to my gift?”
Ina smiled. “Not at all.”
Sato returned back to Kisuro. “There you have it. Looks like I win your contest.”
Kisuro smirked. “So you have. Looks like you win the prize then.”
Sato put a hand on his side. “What was the prize for winning?”
“Well, Kannin, for you I’ll pay for the gift that I’m sure you’re going to give to your girlfriend there.”
Sato’s face went red. “Well, she’s not really my girlfriend.”
“Whatever,” Kisuro said. “So come on, I’ll buy the gift for you and have it wrapped. It can be anything you want, too. Money’s no problem here.”
Sato smiled. “Well, all right.” He looked back at Ina. “Meet me at the usual place. This won’t take long.”
Ina nodded.
***
“It’s a beautiful night,” Ina said as she and Sato sat in a shop drinking cocoa.
“Yep,” said Sato, looking out the window they sat next to, seeing all the lights of the shop that remained open past their normal closing times. “Probably the only other place in Japan as boisterous as Teshimachi on Christmas Eve is Tokyo.”
“Probably,” Ina said. She eyed the square gift sitting on the table between them. “So, can I get any hint of what you have there?”
“Nope,” Sato said, winking. “That’s a secret for only me.”
“It better not be anything dirty,” Ina said, giggling.
Sato’s face went red. “Yeah right. I wouldn’t give anything like that as a gift.”
“Never know,” Ina said, winking back.
Sato looked around the shop for a clock. It read 11:27. Sato downed the rest of his cocoa and stood, snatching up the present. “Come on, let’s get back to my house,” he told Ina. “I have to do something before we exchange gifts.”
“What is it?” Ina asked.
“Don’t worry, just come on.”
***
“Men are worthless!” Muma cried from the rooftop as she and Pinaka sat there, drinking chilled sake. “Pina, women like me and you don’t need men to please us. We’re perfectly fine on our own. We’re independent enough, right?”
“You said it, girlfriend!” Pinaka said, toasting with Muma.
Muma lowered her glass and looked through blurry eyes down the road, seeing two figures coming toward the house. “Look, there’s Sati with that horrible Ina girl now! They’re probably here to rub in my face how deeply in love they are!”
“Muma, calm down,” Pinaka said. “Just ignored them as they go inside.”
Sato looked up as he and Ina walked down the pathway. He saw Muma and Pinaka sitting on the roof. “What are those two doing up there?” he said.
“Not sure,” Ina said. “They look drunk.”
“Drunk and on the roof? Are they nuts?” He raced to the side of the house where the ladder was and started climbing. He pulled himself on top of the roof and approached the girls.
Muma turned around. “Why are you up here?” she asked.
“To make sure you two don’t break your necks,” Sato replied. He held out a hand. “Come down from the roof. It’s not safe up here while you’re drunk, especially with all the snow up here.”
Muma slowly stood. “Oh shoo, you!” she said, staggering. She had a bad lisp due to her drunkenness. “You’re a real jerk, you know that Sati! I really don’t want to––uh …”
“Muma!” Sato cried as Muma lost her footing on the roof and began sliding off. He lunged for her and the two of them fell from the roof. Ina let out a loud shriek as she watched helplessly below as the two crashed onto the ground, Muma landing on top of Sato.
“Are you two okay?” Ina asked, rushing to them.
“I’m coming down to help you guys!” Pinaka called from the roof, trying to stand. She lost her footing as well and let out a scared cry as she fell from the roof too, landing on top of Muma and Sato.
***
“You two are insane for being on the roof while drunk!” Sato scolded the two as they sat in the sitting room. “I can’t believe Grandpa would allow that!”
“Well,” said Pinaka, twiddling her fingers, “he’s been at the shrine all day. He couldn’t really stop us.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ina said, putting a hand on Sato to calm him. “All that matters is that you two are all right.”
Jira circled Pinaka’s back, happy that her owner was fine. Muma had her attention away from Sato, still steaming about that morning.
Sato put the gift he had on the table before Muma. “That’s for you,” he said.
Muma eyed the package. Her sour face quickly faded as she stared at Sato. Ina seemed baffled herself at Sato giving Muma a present.
Sato folded his arms across his chest. “Well, go on, open it. I got it just for you.”
“But Sato,” Ina started, but was silenced by Sato’s stare.
Muma swallowed and reached for the gift, beginning to unwrap it. From the box she pulled out a cute, brown teddy bear. Slowly she brought it to her chest, cuddling it, and looked back to Sato. “Is it really for me?” she asked.
Sato stood. “Yeah, it is,” he said. “I felt kind of bad about what I said this morning. I’ve thought about it all day. You don’t deserve me saying that I don’t care.” He hesitated, but looked straight at Muma as he continued. “You make life pretty interesting. You’re not that bad to have around.”
Sato stopped as he saw tears streak down Muma’s cheeks. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Did I say something wrong?”
Muma shook her head. “Thanks, Sati,” she said. “I––I love it so much.”
“I’m glad,” said Sato as he started for the foyer. He turned back to look at Muma and Pinaka. “It’s past midnight. Merry Christmas you two.”
Ina got up and followed Sato up the stairs to his room. She caught him in the hallway in front of his bedroom door. “Kannin, that was so sweet,” she said. “You always say how much you hate her, but now you’re actually welcoming her.”
“Yeah, well,” Sato said, shrugging, “she looked like she took what I said really hard, and, you know, I can’t stand girls crying.”
“I suppose,” said Ina, shuffling her feet on the hardwood floor. “So, I guess that means you didn’t get me a gift this year.”
Sato chuckled. “Come on, Hirashi,” he said, “it wouldn’t be a Christmas if we didn’t exchange gifts.”
Ina looked up at Sato. “You mean, you still got a present for me?”
Sato pulled a thin two inch by five inch box out of his front pocket. “This is your gift,” he said, handing the box to Ina who looked thrilled to get it.
“Great,” she said, reaching into her coat. “I have your present here.” She pulled a small white envelope from her coat. “It’s not nicely wrapped like the present you got me, but I’m sure you’ll like it either way.”
“Thanks,” said Sato, opening the envelope. Inside was a small patch with the shrine’s symbol on it.
“It’s a patch for your gi,” Ina said. “I can sew it onto the chest for you later.”
“Thanks,” Sato said again. “I really like it.”
Ina opened her gift and pulled out the blue ribbon inside. “A ribbon?” she said, holding it up.
“For your hair,” Sato said. “Here, let me help you.” He took the ribbon from Ina and tied it at the base of her pigtail. “I know that blue’s your favorite color. It was calling to me when I saw it. Hey, doesn’t look so bad on you.”
“Thank you, Sato,” said Ina, hugging him tightly.
“Merry Christmas, Hirashi,” Sato said.
***
“Looks like our little bout draws to a close,” Kisuro said, smiling. “You ready for this, Kannin? I guess it doesn’t take much to prepare for losing, huh?”
“Let me know after I beat you,” Sato said.
“We’ll see about that,” said Kisuro, reaching his free hand behind his back. He pulled out a leather stick about a foot long and held it up. He pressed a button and three feet of steel shot out, making a perfect club.
“Wait, you can’t use weapons,” Sato said.
Kisuro threw back his head. “I never said that. Now come on!”
Sato rushed forward. He ducked under Kisuro’s rod and grabbed him from behind. Letting out a loud cry, Sato chucked Kisuro into the air. He landed gracefully on the top of a building and looked down, smirking at Sato.
“That the best you got?” he asked.
“Don’t bet on it!” Sato shouted. He raced to the alley between that building and the one next to it, and sprinted up the facing walls.
“Now it gets interesting,” said Kisuro.
“That it does,” Sato said. “You’re going down hard!”
Sato charged at Kisuro. Kisuro spun to the side, dodging Sato and smacking him on the back of this head with his rod. Sato staggered forward and turned to Kisuro who held up his weapon valiantly at Sato.
“Kannin, catch!” came a cry from below.
Sato looked down and saw Ina standing below. She tossed a bamboo umbrella up to him. He caught it quickly and held it toward Kisuro.
“Looks like the playing fields are even,” Sato said.
Kisuro and Sato circled each other on the roof. Kisuro was the first to attack. Sato countered and stabbed Kisuro hard in the ribs. The two exchanged quick attacks like expert swordsmen. Sato whipped around with an excellent parry, forcing Kisuro to lose his balance, but Kisuro easily got it back.
“Take this!” Kisuro cried, coming down hard with his rod. Sato parried again, but the umbrella was unable to take the strain any longer and snapped, sending the top half through the air while Sato remained holding the bottom.
“Tough break, kid,” Kisuro said. “It ends here!”
Sato dodged to the side as Kisuro came at him. Without thinking, Sato struck Kisuro fast in the throat with the blunt end of the umbrella shaft. Kisuro staggered backwards, taken off guard. Sato threw the piece of bamboo away and kicked Kisuro’s hand that held the present. He then spun back the other way and struck Kisuro hard in his already bruised ribs, sending him flying from the rooftop.
Sato heard him crash below, but his focus turned to the gift floating through the air. He caught it up and moved to the edge of the roof, looking down below at Kisuro who lay unmoving on the street, a crowd forming around him.
“Hey Kisuro!” Sato called. Kisuro looked up at him. “Looks like I win.” He held Kisuro’s present in front of him and punted it high into the air.
***
Muma sulked from the bathroom having just soaked in the tub. She moved to the sitting room and sat at the table where Pinaka and Jira were, watching some kind of soap opera on the television.
Pinaka looked over at Muma. “How’re you feeling?” she asked.
“Like crap,” said Muma, slamming her head on the table. They were silent for a few minutes as Pinaka continued to watch her program. Suddenly Muma lifted her head, reached across the table, grabbing Pinaka, and cried out, “How could Sato tell me that he doesn’t care? It’s just not fair! All the things I’ve done for him! All the times I’ve willingly showed him my body in the bath!”
“You know, Muma,” Pinaka said, “maybe it’s you sneaking into the bath while he’s in there that’s set him against you. Sometimes boys have to have their privacy.”
Muma released Pinaka and stood, pulling down the shoulder of her robe and stroking her skin gently. “But what boy in their right mind wouldn’t want to see my perfect skin?”
“If it makes you feel better,” Pinaka said, “tonight we can sit on the roof and enjoy some sake together. Maybe Grandpa will join us. He told me Sato will be spending all day and night with Miss Hirashi.”
“Maybe that’s my problem,” said Muma as she sat back down. “What if I was more like Ina? I could do my hair in a pigtail, wear short skirts, short shirts, short shorts, all of that. Then would he like me more?”
Pinaka’s attention went back to Muma. “He’s known Miss Hirashi since they were kids. It’s only natural that they hang out so much, even if they don’t have a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. I doubt you acting more like Miss Hirashi is going to change his feelings for you.”
“Maybe you’re right,” said Muma, dropping her head back on the table.
***
“Kannin, you were awesome,” Ina said as Sato climbed down from the building. “I can’t believe you beat him!”
“Good work, Kannin,” said Kisuro who was now on his feet, “but it’s still not over. You have to find someone to give that gift to.”
Sato looked at the gift and smiled. “Not a problem,” he said. He tossed it to Ina and quickly stood beside her. “Say cheese!” he said, snapping a quick picture of them together. He turned back to Kisuro and tossed the camera at him. “Done.”
“Wait a second!” Kisuro said. “She didn’t accept it!”
Sato looked around at Ina. “Do you object to my gift?”
Ina smiled. “Not at all.”
Sato returned back to Kisuro. “There you have it. Looks like I win your contest.”
Kisuro smirked. “So you have. Looks like you win the prize then.”
Sato put a hand on his side. “What was the prize for winning?”
“Well, Kannin, for you I’ll pay for the gift that I’m sure you’re going to give to your girlfriend there.”
Sato’s face went red. “Well, she’s not really my girlfriend.”
“Whatever,” Kisuro said. “So come on, I’ll buy the gift for you and have it wrapped. It can be anything you want, too. Money’s no problem here.”
Sato smiled. “Well, all right.” He looked back at Ina. “Meet me at the usual place. This won’t take long.”
Ina nodded.
***
“It’s a beautiful night,” Ina said as she and Sato sat in a shop drinking cocoa.
“Yep,” said Sato, looking out the window they sat next to, seeing all the lights of the shop that remained open past their normal closing times. “Probably the only other place in Japan as boisterous as Teshimachi on Christmas Eve is Tokyo.”
“Probably,” Ina said. She eyed the square gift sitting on the table between them. “So, can I get any hint of what you have there?”
“Nope,” Sato said, winking. “That’s a secret for only me.”
“It better not be anything dirty,” Ina said, giggling.
Sato’s face went red. “Yeah right. I wouldn’t give anything like that as a gift.”
“Never know,” Ina said, winking back.
Sato looked around the shop for a clock. It read 11:27. Sato downed the rest of his cocoa and stood, snatching up the present. “Come on, let’s get back to my house,” he told Ina. “I have to do something before we exchange gifts.”
“What is it?” Ina asked.
“Don’t worry, just come on.”
***
“Men are worthless!” Muma cried from the rooftop as she and Pinaka sat there, drinking chilled sake. “Pina, women like me and you don’t need men to please us. We’re perfectly fine on our own. We’re independent enough, right?”
“You said it, girlfriend!” Pinaka said, toasting with Muma.
Muma lowered her glass and looked through blurry eyes down the road, seeing two figures coming toward the house. “Look, there’s Sati with that horrible Ina girl now! They’re probably here to rub in my face how deeply in love they are!”
“Muma, calm down,” Pinaka said. “Just ignored them as they go inside.”
Sato looked up as he and Ina walked down the pathway. He saw Muma and Pinaka sitting on the roof. “What are those two doing up there?” he said.
“Not sure,” Ina said. “They look drunk.”
“Drunk and on the roof? Are they nuts?” He raced to the side of the house where the ladder was and started climbing. He pulled himself on top of the roof and approached the girls.
Muma turned around. “Why are you up here?” she asked.
“To make sure you two don’t break your necks,” Sato replied. He held out a hand. “Come down from the roof. It’s not safe up here while you’re drunk, especially with all the snow up here.”
Muma slowly stood. “Oh shoo, you!” she said, staggering. She had a bad lisp due to her drunkenness. “You’re a real jerk, you know that Sati! I really don’t want to––uh …”
“Muma!” Sato cried as Muma lost her footing on the roof and began sliding off. He lunged for her and the two of them fell from the roof. Ina let out a loud shriek as she watched helplessly below as the two crashed onto the ground, Muma landing on top of Sato.
“Are you two okay?” Ina asked, rushing to them.
“I’m coming down to help you guys!” Pinaka called from the roof, trying to stand. She lost her footing as well and let out a scared cry as she fell from the roof too, landing on top of Muma and Sato.
***
“You two are insane for being on the roof while drunk!” Sato scolded the two as they sat in the sitting room. “I can’t believe Grandpa would allow that!”
“Well,” said Pinaka, twiddling her fingers, “he’s been at the shrine all day. He couldn’t really stop us.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ina said, putting a hand on Sato to calm him. “All that matters is that you two are all right.”
Jira circled Pinaka’s back, happy that her owner was fine. Muma had her attention away from Sato, still steaming about that morning.
Sato put the gift he had on the table before Muma. “That’s for you,” he said.
Muma eyed the package. Her sour face quickly faded as she stared at Sato. Ina seemed baffled herself at Sato giving Muma a present.
Sato folded his arms across his chest. “Well, go on, open it. I got it just for you.”
“But Sato,” Ina started, but was silenced by Sato’s stare.
Muma swallowed and reached for the gift, beginning to unwrap it. From the box she pulled out a cute, brown teddy bear. Slowly she brought it to her chest, cuddling it, and looked back to Sato. “Is it really for me?” she asked.
Sato stood. “Yeah, it is,” he said. “I felt kind of bad about what I said this morning. I’ve thought about it all day. You don’t deserve me saying that I don’t care.” He hesitated, but looked straight at Muma as he continued. “You make life pretty interesting. You’re not that bad to have around.”
Sato stopped as he saw tears streak down Muma’s cheeks. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Did I say something wrong?”
Muma shook her head. “Thanks, Sati,” she said. “I––I love it so much.”
“I’m glad,” said Sato as he started for the foyer. He turned back to look at Muma and Pinaka. “It’s past midnight. Merry Christmas you two.”
Ina got up and followed Sato up the stairs to his room. She caught him in the hallway in front of his bedroom door. “Kannin, that was so sweet,” she said. “You always say how much you hate her, but now you’re actually welcoming her.”
“Yeah, well,” Sato said, shrugging, “she looked like she took what I said really hard, and, you know, I can’t stand girls crying.”
“I suppose,” said Ina, shuffling her feet on the hardwood floor. “So, I guess that means you didn’t get me a gift this year.”
Sato chuckled. “Come on, Hirashi,” he said, “it wouldn’t be a Christmas if we didn’t exchange gifts.”
Ina looked up at Sato. “You mean, you still got a present for me?”
Sato pulled a thin two inch by five inch box out of his front pocket. “This is your gift,” he said, handing the box to Ina who looked thrilled to get it.
“Great,” she said, reaching into her coat. “I have your present here.” She pulled a small white envelope from her coat. “It’s not nicely wrapped like the present you got me, but I’m sure you’ll like it either way.”
“Thanks,” said Sato, opening the envelope. Inside was a small patch with the shrine’s symbol on it.
“It’s a patch for your gi,” Ina said. “I can sew it onto the chest for you later.”
“Thanks,” Sato said again. “I really like it.”
Ina opened her gift and pulled out the blue ribbon inside. “A ribbon?” she said, holding it up.
“For your hair,” Sato said. “Here, let me help you.” He took the ribbon from Ina and tied it at the base of her pigtail. “I know that blue’s your favorite color. It was calling to me when I saw it. Hey, doesn’t look so bad on you.”
“Thank you, Sato,” said Ina, hugging him tightly.
“Merry Christmas, Hirashi,” Sato said.