The boy was starting his English homework when he heard clattering in the other room. His large, thick tongue laved across the warm handprints, tasting of Hiroshi. It was perfect inside.so very 'Hiroshi.' He entertained himself before his meal by examining the many items in the den, smelling of the flower vase that Hiroshi had just handled. The door was unlocked, so he invited himself in. He had to shudder and pause to admire it before continuing, the fragrance almost overwhelming him at one modest residence. The boy took them to his room with his school bag and brought out his books and homework. He looked in the fridge and grabbed the plate of snaks, apple slices and three small rice balls. Hiroshi watered the plants and set them on the table for his mother to see when she got home. Somewhat satisfied, he remained on the outskirts of town, smelling the air for that scent. Ah, why not then? The human didn't see it coming as Ao attacked and quickly devoured him, careful not to spill too much of his blood on him. He spotted one and had to resist attacking: he wanted to save room for all of Hiroshi, though that wouldn't be difficult. He was already drooling.the smell of humans was so strong. It was honestly quite scary to leave his mansion, but he was desperate at this point. Hiroshi dropped his school bag by the table and opened cabinets, looking for a vase to put his mother's flowers in. He looked around and found a note on the dinner table that his mom was out shopping and after school snacks were in the fridge. Hiroshi stepped in, calling out the customary "I'm home," but not receiving an answer. He could certainly find him from his scent. He could turn invisible-almost entirely- if he wished, and that's how he would get to Hiroshi's town.
He wondered if he could use the boy's friends as a lure.would he return? He decided he was too impatient and herded the other Oni into the jail cell in the basement before preparing himself. Anything else would be like ash on his tongue. He wasn't hungry for any more lost souls.he was hungry for Hiroshi. Prey was becoming more scarce due to Ao's frenzied attacks, and he was hungry. They had boquets of blue-purple flowers, almost the exact shade of the Oni that had chased him through that house. He might not be able to act normal like he used to, but at the very least he could try to make her feel better. His mother liked bright flowers and he hated to worry her. The silver haired boy stepped out from the flower shop, a small boquet of daffodils in his hand. He could no longer live like this.he had to have his prize. Blockman accused him of being overly obsessed with the boy once. Ao was not forgiving, nor was he kind when he got into his moods. There was a reason the other Oni stayed in cages. This went for the other Oni in the house too. Those who were unfortunate enough to stumble across his mansion no longer had to set foot in it to inspire his wrath. But how could anyone continue to act normal after the things he'd seen?Īo was becoming more and more violent. He knew his mother was getting worried about him, his father too. He no longer went to clubs, he went home, did his homework, ate food, went to bed. How could he know that the boy was so clever? Had he known.things would be different. Ao had previously thought his mansion an impossible puzzle to solve.especially with himself chasing whomever was trying to solve it. He should have him there too.a silver haired Oni to stay with him forever in the house that he should have never been able to leave. The presence of the boy's friends only further angered him. Hiroshi didn't know what to do or say, he hadn't stepped forward to tell them about the experience at the abandoned house who would believe him and not think him the suspect? The boy sighed and packed up his school bag, absently saying his good-byes to fellow students as he started his way home.Īnger was all he felt now.nothing else. the only evidence of their existence were their heartbroken parents and their empty desks at school.
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