Shit. It's already September 15th in Japan.
Anyway, Otanjoubi omedetou HATA SAWAKO-san (09/14) to OGISO SHIORI-san (09/15)!!!
Sinners
It was at early 16th century, late Medieval Age. Where all witches are being hunt and killed, or in their case, burned. Many woods are still untouched, full of wild animals. On a small cities or town near the forests, hunters are often being seen come back and forth from the woods, brought any kind of wild animals they found and managed to kill either to fed themselves or for money.
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If beauty is a sin, then you are a sinner, and I too am a sinner because I’ve fallen for you.
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One morning, a hunter—female hunter—come back from the woods, a quite small dead deer on her back. Her bow and arrows are secured on her waist to preventing it to be broken under the deer’s weight. Her hunting knives and sword unsheathed. Her leather jacket protect her shirt and body from the deer’s blood. Her face didn’t showed any emotion despite the deer’s weight is quite heavy.
She proceed her way to a small alley near to the border of the town—to her small house that is almost as the same as the other hunters’ house around hers—to the hunters’ neighborhood. It’s the town planning that made hunters’ house built near the border, so those who aren’t hunter could live without worrying any uncomfortable situation such as smelling animal bloods or whatever that may occurs or came from the neighborhood. The town planning also gave the hunters a quick access to the woods.
The female hunter arrived in her house and placed the deer on the small cleaning in the ground. She put her hunting tools, archery and sword down, leaning them to the wall and resting her body for a moment while watching the sun gave its morning rays. When she felt herself have enough rest, she picked her weapons and tools and put them inside her house. She also changed to a clean clothes and comfortable enough for her to work. Then she prepared a bag of salt and pulled out a hunting knife. She cleaned it with water, hung the deer upside down on its back legs and then began to skinned the deer. She tried to not make the skins got ripped. She also made sure the deer’s head is connected to the skins along with the tail and the deer’s nails.
She made a slit on the deer’s stomach, big enough for her to pulled out the visceras and gathered them in one place—she’ll buried them on the ground, far enough from her house. She chopped the meat—the only thing that left from the deer—into pieces based on the quality of the meat. She also pulled and chopped the tounge. It was one of the favorite and quick-selled parts of meats, because it has no bone.
When she was done, it was already past noon. Skinning really took her time. She decided to get a quick lunch as she started to get exhausted too. She washed both of her hands then she ate her lunch in silence, looking to the deserted road. Sometimes there are some people passed by. But it still deserted. What a peaceful neighborhood.
After lunch, she took a shovel and brought the viscera to a land behind her house. Far enough from her house and the others. There, she dig a hole and buried the viscera. After she made sure it didn’t stink, she went back and put her shovel away. Then, she cleaned the hunting knife she used earlier. It’s not good if you let the knife or blade or sword soaked with blood too long. It could get sticky and rusty. She also cleaned the meats from the blood and dirt then put it on a clean drying rack.
She opened a solid wooden box—the one she used to salt the meat—and pour the salt covered the bottom before put the meats inside. She placed the meats systematically so none of the salt get wasted and pour some more salt over them. She also pour some salt on the skins and hang it on a drying rack. She will take it to a tanning place in a few days.
She took her hunting knife and estinguished a torch she lit some time ago—she don’t remember when, she just remember that it was getting dark—and get inside her house. She placed her knife on a table and changed her clothes. She decided to go to a bar to get some drinks to warmed up her body—also to hear some of her friends stories while she was gone to the woods. She didn’t expect anything will happen to her at that time.
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You and I, two immortal sinners. You, because your beauty is a sin, and 1, because I have fallen for you.
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Opened the door with a slight push, a female hunter walked into a bar in the middle of the town. Her eyes scanned the place as she went to the counter. There’s some faces that she didn’t know or remember. Probably hunters from the other town or just those who travelling and decided to drop by.
Her eyes caught the sight of a bartender on the counter, serving one of the customer. She pulled out a stool and sat on it. She waited patiently for the bartender to finish her job.
“Hey, Yukko.” The female hunter said to the bartender when she walked to the hunter.
The bartender—Kinoshita Yukiko—just smiled and stopped in front of the hunter. “Shawako. How’s your hunts? Are you managed to get a big one?”
Shawako—Hata Sawako—the hunter, laughed. Then she spoke, “Not really. I got a small deer on the woods. Already done skinned and buried its meats under the salt. I think it will be one or two bags of money. Even though it small, it still took my time, really.”
“That’s good to hear. What do you want for your drink?”
“Ah, some scotch will do.” Yukiko got to her work and came back to Sawako with a bottle of scotch and a glass.
“Shiori and I have been dealt with travellers these lately. Some hunters were sometimes being seen. But not long enough as they’re always back to the woods or whatever they did. I don’t care as long as Shiori doesn’t involved,” Yukiko told Sawako. Her tone is cold as ice while her eyes focused on the two mens occupying a table with a waitress standing beside it. It looks like that she gonna murdering them if those two lie a finger on the waitress. The said waitress caught Yukiko looking at her direction and smiled. Yukiko held her breath and sighed.
“Sooo, you two are still together.” Sawako said in a light tone, or rather uninterested tone, gulping down some scotch while saying it. This caught Yukiko’s attention.
“Of couse it does. Do you think we won’t?”
“I didn’t meant like that. You and Yuria are cool, then? No anything between her and Ogiso? And how’s Yuria?”
“We’re cool. There’s never anything between them. Yuria was just get lonely because her cousin, Kumi, haven’t come back from the woods. Until now,”
Yukiko sat behind the counter and pointing to another waitress with her thumb, “she’s there, by the way. She also live with us.”
“Ku… mi? Oh, that Kumi? Yagami Kumi? So she haven’t back yet?” Sawako said, her small voice sounded not so surprised at all. Her eyes looking at Yuria’s back, one of her eyebrows raised.
“Uh-uh. Some said that she’s kidnapped by a witch inside the woods. There’s no confirmed news about it. Some said it’s beasts from the past, some even said it was monsters. Yada, yada, yada. So many opinion. You won’t know which one is true. And nobody have a guts to went checking it, well, except for some people who said they knew what it was and decided to chased it. They never comes back, though. All hunters are now just hunting on the safe range from the town. Even though I think she just lost and can’t find her way back…”
”Scared, huh? These people who claimed they knew what it was… What did they said?” Sawako raised her eyebrows.
Yukiko furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall her memories before she spoke, “I… remembered something with ‘hides in the shadows’, ‘darker than the dark’, ‘cursed for living’, ‘longing for blood’, and… ‘Sinners’.”
“Nothing more than that?” Yukiko tilted her head, and shook it.
“You’re not going to believe them, do you?” Yukiko eyed Sawako suspiciously. Her eyes searching for any emotion inside Sawako’s ones. She found curiosity on them, but just that.
Sawako placed her hands on her chin and smiled, looks rather playful than thinking seriously. Her brain processed every word Yukiko has said to her.
“I don’t know, Kinoshita. I don’t know. What they said is quite interesting, though.” Her smile widened and bowed slightly when Ogiso Shiori and Kizaki Yuria appeared on her sight. The bar has closed. But because Sawako is their—Yukiko’s, Shiori’s and Yuria’s—friend, she’s alright to stay longer than the average customers.
After put the cloth she used to cleaned the tables and washed her hands, Shiori placed her hand on Yukiko’s left shoulder, her eyes looked at Sawako and Yukiko by turns. Yuria bowed slightly to Sawako and went to the house part of the bar.
“Sorry gentlemens, for interrupting your talks. But—“
A loud noises from outside cut off Shiori’s words. Shouts and yells filled the air from a bunch of people with torches and knives in hands. They looks angry and scared on the same time. They are the merchants of the town. Some are butcher, and other kind of job on the town. All piled up into one.
Sawako, Yukiko and Shiori walked to the door and watching the group passed. “I just about to warn you two about this,” Shiori said, not looking to Sawako and Yukiko.
A man separated himself from the group and got into the bar. Occasionally asking if they saw any something or someone suspicious went into the bar or passed them. The three of them glanced to each other and shook their head. How could they know? They’re busy with their own. And it’s a bar for whatever’s sake!
“What the heck?” Yukiko asked the man.
“We don’t know, actually. But we found some dead vagrant on one of the small alley in the market. Their blood drained and some of it pooled around them. They died with so many deep cuts on their vital area, cutting off their main arteries. Their chest also cracked and opened as if someone had tried to did a heart surgery. Someone said he sees something crouched down above them, but he didn’t know what is that and this something ran off. It smelled worse than the animals those hunters killed, you know.” Grimaced, he ran off, catching up with his group.
Yukiko and Shiori looked at each other, then at Sawako—only to find her face expressionless. Nobody ever got to know what’s going on Sawako’s brain unless she talks about it, which is very rare. Moreover, this kind of situation isn’t helping at all.
“What a gore… Anyway, I wanna get some rest. See you tomorrow, Shawako. Come on, Yukko,” said Shiori, coming back inside, then to the second floor, where the house part is located.
Yukiko bid Sawako a goodbye then followed Shiori, closed the door of the bar and locked it in process.
Thus left Sawako alone. So, she went home and bought some groceries on her way.
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You are beautiful, flawless, beyond perfection. That is why you are a sinner. That is why I am a sinner.
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Sawako walked to the corner of an alley. The alley is the fastest route to her home. She didn’t intend to be outside for a long time. Spending time outside while you could get warm inside your house is a waste.
She saw a silhoutte crouched on the other end of the alley. She wanted to pretend it’s just a vagrant and went home immediately. But, her inquisitiveness crushed it . Sawako used her skill as a hunter to make her footsteps still going at a steady pace and firm but silent. Her grip on groceries bag tightened to prevented it to made any noises.
Sawako had a prey to hunt. And this one, won’t run from her grasp.
Sawako reached the silhoutte. It was a girl with long black messy hair. Shawako noticed that the girl’s clothes are dirty and torn on some places. The girl barefooted and even though she can’t saw the girl’s face or expression, Sawako could tell that she was scared and panic, as if she was caught or almost being caught doing some crime or something like that. Which is the truth Shawako didn’t know yet.
“What’re you doing here barefoot? Hiding from something or what?” Sawako asked and poked the girl’s with her index finger.
Startled, the girl react immediately. She jumped because of Sawako’s voice and her back being poked. She turned around, fisted her hands, and ready to attack Sawako, her long hair almost whipped Sawako when she turned. Sawako’s eyebrows raised while watching the girl before her with the patience of a hunter, waiting for the right moment.
Unfortunately for the girl, she got a vertigo and losing her footing. She fell to Sawako’s direction and will fall to the ground if Sawako didn’t grab her with one hand. She went unconscious on Sawako’s arm.
‘That face… Could it be…?’ is the last thought of the girl before she went all unconscious.
Sawako stared at the unconscious girl on her arm. Sawako confused, should she bring this mysterious girl to her home—because she didn’t know anything about her—or just leave her there to freeze.
Sawako struggled with her inner feeling for some seconds. Her morality won. Sawako dropped her groceries bag to the ground and tried to carried the
girl on her back. When Sawako had made sure that the girl was safe, she picked her groceries bag from the ground and continued went home.
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We are immortal sinners, roaming the Earth for a sempiternity for a sin so deplorable.
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Sawako reached her home and fumbled with her keys on the dark, didn’t want to risked the sleeping girl on her back—the girl fall asleep on her back, still unconscious—to put her onto the cold ground. Sawako find the key she want and unlock the door. Sawako opened her door and get inside—pulled her keys out from the door and locked it—then placed her groceries on a table on the living room, she moved the girl on her back to her own bed in the bedroom. She’ll sleep on the couch she have for tonight. At least that what Sawako thought.
Sawako placed her keys on the bedside table and watched the girl she brought home sleeping, didn’t show any threat like when the girl tried to attack her earlier. The girl’s face looks innocent and friendly enough for a girl who just looks like a criminal, hiding on the dark place. Sawako also felt she knew this girl but couldn’t make out who she is. Suddenly, she remembered one of her dreams, but it’s gone as soon as it came. She set the fireplace to lighten up her bedroom and made her bedroom warm before examined the girl on her bed.
Seeing how dirty the girl is, Sawako lit up a lantern and took it with her to get a wet cloth to cleaned the girl and find some of her clothes that are big enough for the girl to wear. She didn’t want her bed to be dirty as well because of this certain girl.
After found what she needed, Sawako turned off her lantern and put a basin full of water with a clean cloth hanging on it on the floor. Sawako pulled a low-chair to the bedside next to the basin and sat on it, ready to work.
Sawako soaked the cloth with water, wet enough to clean something. First, Sawako cleaned the girl’s face and neck, pressed the cloth light enough to not hurt the girl. Then she cleaned the girl’s both arms and hands. Sawako was a bit surprised when she found out that the girl’s skin is cold, very much like a 2-24 hours corpse, minus the stiff part. ‘It must be the temperature outside. It’s really cold after all,’ Sawako thought.
After so much struggling about her inner self about moral (Sawako wanted to clean the girl’s thighs, as it also dirty. And stomach. The girl’s torn clothes can’t covered it), Sawako removed the girl’s clothes and began to cleaned the cold flesh under it while praying for the girl to not be woken up.
When Sawako was done—much to her relief—she put the clean clothes she picked earlier on the girl carefully, almost didn’t dare to looked at some certain body parts when doing it. Even though both of them are womens, she felt guilty doing that. Sawako felt relieved when the clothes she choose is fitted the girl on her bed.
Very relieved.
Sawako put away the wet cloth and the water she brought earlier to its original place—bathroom—and sat back on the chair at the bedside. She tucked the girl on her bed under the blanket. Sawako realized that she felt really tired from all her works today. She leaned her body to the front—almost dived to the bed—and fall asleep
It wasn’t even midnight.
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You and I, we shall spend aeons together roving this earth as two immortal sinners.
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A hand flew to a side, hitting someone’s head. Rustling sounds of clothes against clothes could be heard. A body rolled to one side. Groans came out from a throat.
There’s two person in the room. Both of them are girls. One laid on her back in a bed, while the other sat on a chair beside the bed with both hands propped under her head.
The girl on bed had rolled her body to one side, groaning and frowning. Her hands fisted. Her expression showed like she was in pain, and rage.
The girl on chair moaned when she felt her head got hit. She lifted her head and rubbed her head with her almost numb hand on the place it hurted. She opened an eye and yawned. Tears came out from the corner of her eyes.
Sawako had woken up because of the girl in her bed hit her head, hard. Sawako looked at her surrounding before realized her back ached. Sleeping on
such position is not recommended, seriously.
Sawako scretched her body and looked at the other girl on the room. Her eyes droopy and her focus is edging. She heard the girl mumbling something indistinct. Something like “blood”, “food”, “wants”, “damn”, “market” and another that didn’t related to each words. Her mumbles really didn’t make any senses.
Sawako rubbed her sleepy eyes and tried to focused on the girl. She propped her hands under her head again, just now close to the girl’s face, so she could hear and looked at the girl clearly.
Now that she could hear and saw the girl’s expression clearly, Sawako heard the girl mumbling, “Blood... I want blood… Damn those people in the market… Interrupting my dinner…” and it goes on.
The girl neither open her eyes nor wake up. She was like someone who was dreaming and sleeptalking. Her face looks like she’s angry, though.
Sawako, now fully awake, her mouth hanging in the air. Her brain processed anything the girl has said on the sleeptalking. Sawako recalled on what
Yukiko and a man from the certain mob has told her last night. Her mind connecting one words and another.
‘Blood. “Longing for blood”. “Their blood drained”. Market. “Dead vagrant on the small alley in the market”. Found her hiding. “Ran off”. Could it be… But…’ she stopped thinking, her hand touched the girl’s forehead, it didn’t cold anymore like last night. It really was the matter of the temperature.
Sawako closed her jaws and stiffened when she heard the girl begged for blood on her sleep. The girl’s expression showed so much rage. Her hands also looks like wanted to crushed something.
Sawako torn in between leaving the girl and went back to sleep or giving the blood the girl wanted. She could just do the first option, but it won’t be the best decision to make. But if she goes with the latter, whom blood she will give?
The girl kept mumbling her wanting for blood while Sawako was thinking. Not to mention the girl’s pain seems increased. This is the time for Sawako to choose the right decision.
Sawako clicked her tongue for several times and began to looking for her hunting knife. She remembered that she put her beloved hunting knife on the table, so she searched there. Her hand searched the area and bumped into a shape—her hunting knife. Sawako picked it and positioned it on her lower left arm, not too close to the veins. She didn’t intended to die by now.
Sawako relaxed her left arm and made a cut on it, drawing blood to the surface. Sawako put her knife away and grabbed the girl’s chin to opened her mouth. Sawako positioned now wounded left arm with the blood dripping from it to the girl’s mouth. Letting her blood dropped into it.
As soon as a couple drop of blood touched the girl’s tounge, her eyes opened. Hunger could be seen from there. Her eyes focused on the blood-dripping arm in front of her mouth. She took a firm grip and began to drink all the blood that came out from the wound, making Sawako tensed.
It seems that the girl knew and loosen her grip. She licked all the blood that remained around the arm and the wound. When she released Sawako’s arm, Sawako checked it immediately noticed a faint scar that left. Sawako turned back her attention to the girl just to get stunned by the girl’s before her.
Under the light from the nearly dead fireplace, Sawako could saw the girl’s face smeared with Sawako’s blood around her mouth. Her mouth curved into a delightful smile; her lips covered with blood. Her eyes shined unnaturally; unhumanly.
Sawako wasn’t scared. Sawako wasn’t shouted or doing something like that. She just froze on her spot, like if she was cursed into a rock. In Sawako’s point of view, she could comparing the girl before her as a Lucifer—a tempting Lucifer—luring humans to sinning and made them to be the company of the Lucifer deep in the Hell, away from the God and His salvation.
The fire on the fireplace got smaller, leaving the burnt coals, making the room engulfed with the darkness and a faint light from outside. Sawako blinked. On the next second she felt a hand grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the front – to her bed – and made her lay on her back. A body lay itself on her side; a hand touched her cheek softly. A pair of soft lips pressed against her own; Sawako could taste her own blood; it tasted coppery but surprisingly sweet.
As if the owner of the lips who just kissed her reads Sawako’s mind, the girl whispered in a hushed tone, “Greetings, Hata Sawako. I’m Suda Akari,” when Sawako just stared blankly at her, she continued, “it’s really sweet, isn’t it? You want some more?”
The girl didn’t wait for Sawako’s answer. Instead, she pressed her lips to Sawako’s again. And the last thing Sawako knew before she closed her eyes, is that she was drowned in the darkness; and that she knew she was sinning. And she wasn't surprised when she found out that she didn’t mind it. She enjoyed it.
‘I finally found you, my Dark Prince,’ thought the girl who kissed Sawako.
Then Sawako was drowned into the darkness.
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You, because you are beautiful, flawless, beyond perfection, and that makes you a wretched sinner.
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Sawako was drowned. She’s drown into darkness. She saw a small light that looks so far from her. She tried to get closer to the light. Her hands reached out above her, hopelessly trying to found anything to stop her from drowning. Her legs kicked out desperately, hoping that it will brought her closer.
After some moments of trying, she stopped. Her hands and legs were tired. She let herself floating on the darkness with a knowledge that she won’t be able to get out from the darkness. She stared at the light that got fainter by seconds.
When the light was gone, she hung her head low. She started to laughed at her condition at this time. Her laughter sounded harsh and contained her own darkness on it. She wanted to kill herself on the spot. She didn’t care of any people that could be worried about her. She didn’t care about those all.
A clapping sounds came into her hearing sense. Frowned, she turned to the source of the sounds. The sounds that sounded to loud in the void darkness she currently in. Sawako saw a girl, a girl named Suda Akari. The same girl that she found and fainted on her, gave her blood to, kissed her, and caused her to drown in this place.
“Congratulations, my Dark Prince, Hata Sawako,” Akarin said, a playful smile could be seen in her face.
“Suda Akari. Please explain. Please start from what are you,” Sawako ordered. She made a straight face and her eyes held a stern gaze, her hands hung at her sides. She’s certainly not impressed.
“Relax, my dear. I’ll explain it one by one. But it won’t make sense if you not serene.” Akarin sauntered behind Sawako and draped her arms around Sawako, clinched her from behind. She could felt Sawako become rigid in her embrace, but not rejecting her. Akarin smiled and settled her chin on the crook on Sawako’s neck. Finding a comfortable spot, she continued.
“I really meant it you know. You won’t understand anything if you didn’t relax.” Akari breathed to Sawako’s neck, making her shivered but eventually trying to be relax.
“Good,” Akari pressed her lips on Sawako’s neck, “now listen to me.
“I’m like a mortal. I’m not an immortal. I’m no angel or devil. I’m not a kind of creature like human out there know. No. You could say that I’m a Lucifer. But I’m also not a Lucifer. I used to think that I’m one of the descendants of them. I’m a sinner, to be exact. I’ve done so many sins, unforgivable ones. After all this time, I never think of the God’s deliverance. Never once,” Akari paused, “In simpler words, I’m the same being like you.” Akari finished her self-explanation. By the time she was speaking, a bench had altered itself from the dark, controlled by Akari. The both of them were sat on it, Akari was leaning into Sawako’s right shoulder. Her hands were playing with Sawako’s fingers.
“…Why did you drank those vagrants’ blood?” Sawako asked again. She’s no longer stiff. Her position is as relaxed as one could be when a weight leaned on a side. She looked at her fingers that were being played with.
“You knew that we have to get some blood at least once per one or two months for… I think you already know, Sawako. Years ago, when some mortals saw me doing that, they mistaken me and calling me a vampire, then I have to killed them,” Akari laughed, “oh, that Vlad… causing rumors like that,” her tone softened, “its been a year or more since I last tasted the blood, you know. I really need it. And your blood is just so…” Akari reminiscing the moment when Sawako’s blood dripped to her tongue.
Sawako stared at the tip of Akari’s head, a bit speechless. But managed to asked her next question. “Why did you know my name and call me yours ‘Dark Prince’? The last time I checked it, I’m still a women and I ain’t a prince. So… why?”
Akari knew that this would coming but she didn’t has a proper answer for that, a faint tint of red spread across her cheek. “Ah… That… How should I put this…? I… saw your images kept appearing on my sleep. It’s kinda like a vision. I always saw you being torn between the bright side and the dark side of your minds and the world. But you remained still at the middle of it and have more the dark side gotten into you. Then I saw myself appeared next to you and…” Akari didn’t continue, too shy to said it.
“I can’t tell you why I called you my Dark Prince. I just.. can’t. About your name… I know your name as soon as I tasted your blood. You are Hata Sawako, my Dark Prince, and more than it. Your blood had more secrets on it than what you already knew.”
Akari looked at Sawako, their eyes met in an intense stare, even though there’re still any hints of embarassment on Akari. Sawako’s eyes expressed her disbelief and confusion. Sawako didn’t say anything. But her eyes did.
“I’ll take it that you doesn’t understand what I meant by ‘in the middle of bright side and dark side’. I prefer to call it ‘the grey side’, by the way. It’s the state where you’re not a holy, goody-goody person, but you’re not completely bad either. But you well aware when you do sins or something what humans called ‘bad’ or ‘evil’ and didn’t try to reject it. Because it’s the fact.”
“How—how do you know?”
“As I said earlier, your blood spoke more than your mouth,” Akari tapped her index finger to Sawako’s lips, “you are not an ordinary mortal, Sawako. You are never be like one of them, no matter how hard you’d tried. You are a sinner. Your appearance, your efforts to being kind to people, yet you still fallen to the darkness of yours. Then I’m fallen to you.”
Sawako pushed Akari’s finger away from her mouth and gripped both of Akari’s hand to Akari’s sides and pulled Akari closer. “Stop. Please, stop. Enough. I knew that. I also knew that I’m a same being with you. Since I talked to one of the mortals who considered me as her friend. Since I heard you sleeptalking. I knew that. Would you tell me what did you saw on your dream?” Sawako clenched her hands, tightening her grip on Akari. She asked because she also dreamt about it for several nights. But she didn’t expected it to become true.
“…I don’t want to tell you. Why don’t you figure it out yourself?” Akari released one of her arms from Sawako’s grip and extended it out. A small, short, sharp blade formed from the darkness into her palm. Akari brought it in between her and Sawako, as if she was offering it to the person in front of her.
“Drink some of my blood, will you?”
Sawako knew that this will come. She finally will know the truth. Akari watched as Sawako gritted her teeth, then she placed the razor to one point on her neck far from her blood vessel and slit it. As soon as the blood trickled, the blade turned back into a pile of darkness and Sawako closed her mouth around the cut, squeezed the blood out softly. Sawako’s hand swiped Akari’s hair from the neck, at the same time tilted Akari’s head so it didn’t get head-butted.
Memories began to flood Sawako’s mind when she took her first gulp. She squeezed out more blood, started her second take. Akari moaned when she felt more pressure and gripped the front of Sawako’s shirt tightly. Sawako held Akari tighter. When the flood of memories comes to an end, Sawako cleaned the remaining blood.
It all happened just in seconds, yet it felt like minutes to them and who knows in the real world, as the place they were in right now is the world of illusion, but it felt like a reality.
Sawako raised her head and met eyes to eyes with Akari. Understanding and relief could be seen from Sawako.
“So that was you… My Lady…” Sawako raised one of her arms to caresses Akari’s smooth cheek, the other brought Akari’s body closer to her. The gap between them closed. Their arms snaked around each other.
Then, the darkness consumed them.
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I, because I am incapable of resisting your temptation, and thus I, too, have commited a sin so direly irremissible.
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Sawako’s life as a citizen and a hunter in the town didn’t really change since that night. Her friends still the same as before. It’s just her private life that changed. Akari is now live with her and they share the same bed.
Sawako had introduced Akari to Yukiko, Shiori and Yuria when she brought Akari with her to the bar. They got along very well. When they asked where did Akari came from, she faked the information.
Akari also getting along with the people on the town, but they still didn’t know that it was Akari who made a ruckus on the market. Now that case has been dropped from discussion. Akari is now dubbed as “Sawako’s wife” by some people. She didn't mind it.
Kumi—Yuria’s cousin—has came back. Based on her story, she managed to get out from the wood but ended up in another town. She collapsed in the main street of that town then helped by a girl named Kanon. Kumi brought Kanon to this town when she was back.
It seems lovely and peaceful. But Sawako and Akari know no matter how nice and peaceful they live now, they were still a sinners.
No matter how they live.
Sinners. The both of them.
All we did is wrong and unforgivable, yet it was so right and tempting
I fall for you, you fall with me; down to the dingles of disgrace, down to vales of humiliation, together we fall.
Yet I do not mind, for it was you who plunged me into this deplorable iniquity.
Is it really all right for us to have been born into this world?
(Anonymous)
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