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幻 / Maboroshi 

Midnight rainy mood in Japan 

Meitei × Fujita

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darkarieado:

Bwah?! There was loud chirping that sounded like bugs, which jerked Schezo into moving quicker after the monster boy, though he still tried to carefully carry the little frog so it was not harmed. He didn’t want to hang around any bugs at all and have them almost eat him like before.

That aside, the other seemed almost in his own mindset, diverted from any other thing that happened: until the eyeball spoke, at which point the monster mused that he himself delighted in curses. Yes, it was probably normal for a monster to not have to worry about such things, but he wasn’t that sort. “You do your own thing, but I don’t wanna say things that mom’d be disappointed in me for sayin’!”

A firm, small nod there - but the monster then said strange words he’d never heard before. “Uhm…what does that mean?” Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked, but it bewildered him - but the spring of water distracted him from that, and the boy carefully leant down at the water’s edge once he neared it, to allow the frog to go in. He’d carefully collect some water in a glass, round bottle he had in his robe, too.

“True, it’s not your job to clarify things - but thank you for the help you COULD give me so far, ok?” Despite evident confusion, Schezo’s thanks were geniune.

  The wolfish glee Kitaro exerted with his double-edged statements dispersed when regardless of his inscrutable behavior, he was given gratitude. It didn’t add up in the least, no matter his efforts to search his brain for his feelings on the matter. Rather than balk, he nursed the back of his neck with a pensive rub. This kid just wasn’t real.   He couldn’t be. What person thanks someone for their merest effort? It was dumb. He didn’t do anything. Not even his prodding hints were for anyone’s interest but his own. It was entertaining, that simple. “N-no...”   Barely voicing his disagreement, Kitaro began to gnaw on the piece of bark in his hand as if it would hide his non-confrontational smile. He didn’t even care to remember when he took it, he was so absorbed in whatever pleasant miasma the other was unconsciously giving off. This wasn’t the kind of attention he was looking for, initially. Never once had he given his own thanks, and he wasn’t about to start now. Who does that? No, not just in general. He wanted a name.   “Who are you?” He asked, doing his best to sound uninterested. His tells were very contradictory, especially his crinkling nose.

Dark Mind (Closed - Kitaro)

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Denki Groove - Dareda! (誰だ！)

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darkarieado:

“…!!! I can’t say bad words like THAT! Mom’d be angry at me if I did!” The boy gasped in utter shock, before shaking his head. 

“Dark World is a fitting term anyway, because it’s really got a lot of dark beings and darkness in it. You can call it what you want, though….but huh? A source of water? That’d help a lot.”

Then he could collect some for the little kitty from before while he put the frog there, and make sure the kitty was kept happy and healthy. He wanted to help it! It seemed in exchange for being led to a good source of water, the monster wanted his food back, since none of the other monsters would take it. It was a fair enough trade?

He didn’t mind agreeing to it, and with a nod of the head, he headed to the forgotten trap and carefully retrieved the bark with chocolate. He wouldn’t attempt tasting any, simply walk back once he had it and attempt to hand it to the monster so they could get going.

  Whether he was speculating on what he’d been told or thinking again how moronic it was to be so obedient, his expression was empty. Black flecks, invisible in the lacking light, jumped from behind his ear to his risen fingertips. Airing out puffs of his gentle breath, Kitaro created a message through intricate vibrations. The beady parasites flitted on their way, translating on and on until crickets began singing back to him.

  Kitaro was not one to waste a perfectly good snack, but when he started to limp in the direction the sounds drew him, his dismissive gaze was almost catatonic. No matter how much he was pressed to respond, he wouldn’t until he finally stopped at a natural spring. “Kitaro?”    Pulled from his trance by his father’s voice, Kitaro released a tranquil sigh. A warm draft continued to grovel along his pores. Other than his healing ankle, the sensation made even his head tingle. “I delight in curses,” He cooed in appeasement, cushioning his cheek with his clasped hands. Evidently he did not mean words, but it was definitely a belated response to Schezo’s vivid reaction. “La Puce à l'oreille.”   Kitaro was deliberately prodding at a flea in the other’s ear--an expression he’d familiarized himself with in his attempts to learn French and impress his would-be girlfriend. Medama-Oyaji would gag if he was not so thrilled himself. The cryptic layers of his son’s words meant he had detected something! His son was never good at sensing hexes or other demons. He was beginning to worry that the boy was a late bloomer.

  “Unless you see it for what it is, I suppose you’re correct. It’s not my business to enlighten you.”

Dark Mind (Closed - Kitaro)

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darkarieado:

Shaking off his jitters with a small shake of the head, Schezo attempted to gently pick up the small frog that had been responsible for that startling - it would be bad if someone stepped on the frog by accident, so he’d hold it until he could find somewhere frogs liked to put it. “I wonder if there’s any ponds or something frogs like near here - the Dark World has even more turns than I’m used to, and all my efforts to even try mapping it out have kinda been ruined because of all the new stuff…”

Sighing at that, Schezo was glad to see the long bread was big enough for them both to share, at least! That was one positive out of the situation currently. While enjoying the food, the other noted he despite being more brave than other humans, he was an open book.

“I’ve been in the Dark World - which has lots of different monsters - a while, so I’m kinda used to it. The way I see it, anyway - I should try to not be scared by monsters, because then the ones that actually try to hurt me could use that to advantage, which would be bad. I want to keep myself from being hurt, after all! That said, yeah…I’m not really good at hiding things from others yet. I probably need to work on that to protect myself better, right?”

Well, that did explain why Schezo in the future put on a front of ‘hammy behavior’, because it was his method - other than closing himself off - of protecting himself against the Dark World’s monsters who would take advantage of it.

That said….the other HAD bugs? Not only that, but was brave enough to befriend them?

“You’re a lot braver than me, gosh…bugs spook me too much after so many almost ate me in the Dark World.”

A shake of the head in somewhat awe, there.

  Changing the savoir-faire of others was not a concern of Kitaro’s; nor was it ever an intention of his to give advice. The notion that one could keep themselves safe with a mask was utterly ridiculous, almost as much as his own half-compliment handed right back to him. Masks were merely tools to reshape and confuse one’s perception of another.   Gods, this boy was so nice it was stupid. Holding his piece on the subject out of courteousness, Kitaro instead opened his maw wide and shoved as much of the comestible sustenance into his mouth as he could fit.    Brave was one way to put it. Medama-Oyaji saw it as wasteful. A young immortal such as his son just didn’t understand the weight of his own life, even after brushing up close and personal with death countless times. His striped vest was woven to represent the valor of their tribe, but that couldn’t teach him what fights he shouldn’t pick.   “Just call it Hell like the rest of us,” The smaller boy muffled between bites. He had never heard of this sector, but he was enough of a local to understand that there were many hells in Jigoku. Licking crumbs from his lips, Kitaro finally rose to his feet, although he favored one side. “You’ve been rambling about it for so long, but I don’t care enough to correct you. However bored I am of debts, you’ve compensated enough for breaking my ankle. I will excuse you for abruptly waking me just this once and lead you to a source of water.”

  “Come, and do not forget my chocolate over there.” Pointing with a thick lock of his hair in the general direction of his forgotten trap, Kitaro folded his arms behind his hunched back and waited.    He held no qualms with bossing the kid around whatsoever. With darkness shrouding the maze so thoroughly, he would be none the wiser if Schezo snuck a taste of it. 

Dark Mind (Closed - Kitaro)

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“Yoake” from the Hakaba Kitarou soundtrack

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darkarieado:

Schezo noted that the eyeball that had appeared was unknowing of the actual reason the other had not simply eaten his own food - well, he supposed perhaps only the monster boy himself knew the reasons why, but at least he’d asked a good question that made sense, right? Anyways, that aside - the sheer length and shape of the bread surprised even the other, which was sure relatable.

“I know, it’s a surprise to see how big the bread is, right? So amazing!” Nodding in energetic enthusiasm, the bread was accepted by the other - but…why was he laughing too? Did he also find the long bread funny? He thought he laughed dramatically, but this laugh put even his practiced laughter to shame, cackling in an erratic way.

Hair moved away from the other’s face, though it was hard to see even with Schezo’s candlelight - and then, the voice warped and a object flew from the darkness! W-was it a spider?! Of all things, he feared bugs the most, because of several bug monsters of the Dark World almost ending him: so his first instinct was to fling his arms up to try and shield his face because he didn’t want ANY bug nowhere near there!!

He felt a small object swat against his arm while his hands were there - he didn’t want to look, really, but he had to see how quickly he should be flicking the bug off….only to see a frog instead.

“J-jeez…I thought that was an awful bug. Frogs are nice, though, they eat bugs, so I like them. They’re cute. I know it’s probably your job to spook people, but really big awful bugs almost hurt me a few times - they really, REALLY spook me out, so don’t throw any bugs, ok?” 

At least Schezo’s honest about what actually scares him, but outright saying it might not be the smartest of things.

  In the midst of the commotion, Medama Oyaji clambered up onto the top of Kitaro’s head. His convulsing laughter made it challenging for the little one not to fall. He knew from experience which spots provided the best vantage while he graced the food Kitaro portioned for him.   Kitaro’s father only ever used his mouth to eat. It was much less disturbing if others did not see his fangs. Receding from his own devious crowing, Kitaro too began to pop pieces of bread in his mouth. Perhaps it would be for the best that he did not mention his previous intentions for that frog. Even if it was tiny, it would have been the perfect snack for his father.   No matter, for it had provided ample entertainment in life. Kitaro chewed, communicating his felicity with the offering but definitely providing no wordy reply. However, the amphibian below was also singing it’s own praises. No doubt, this was gratitude for the phantom’s mercy. 

  “Eh? For a kid more brave than most humans, you’re still an open book,” Kitaro noted, this time in a mock-whimper that was suspiciously heartfelt in it’s discomfort. “Throwing insects around does not seem civil to me. It would be awfully rude. What if they think I don’t like them? It’s not my fault if they decide to find a new host after a little...conversation.”    Despite his willingness to provide shelter to the little cooties, he didn’t have the self-control not to scrape his fingers under his arm in retaliation.

Dark Mind (Closed - Kitaro)

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darkarieado:

Schezo, of course - had no idea that this was not the Dark World, thus all it’s inhabitants were not necessarily all ‘monsters’ as the Dark World held: the reality being he’d prefer to believe that this was a world he knew than a confusing truth. Of course, that was a fact that would remain unknown for the time being, as the boy did not speak it aloud. What he did know, was that despite bread being not the fanciest meal: it was evidently enough to catch interest, with the monster sitting up.

Oh? There was a talking eyeball popping out from the monster’s pockets: Schezo had seen stranger monsters, and more frightening things, so even at that odd sight the boy did not falter, instead nodding thoughtfully at the point it made. “That’s fair enough: but if he’s that hungry, he could wash the bark an’ stuff off the human food in the trap and use that to bide him over? It seems like it’d be better an idea to give some extra energy than expecting monsters to eat bark, anyway.”

That said, Schezo moved around in his robe pockets - and the scent of freshly-baked bread filled the air. (Luckily, Schezo had gotten that bread before he changed to this younger point of time, not that he knew where it hailed from.) A very long baguette. “I’m not hungry, so you can have the whole long bread. I just like it because it’s a funny shape, mwe he hee!” 

Giggles aside at the comical shape of the bread, he would willingly hold it out to the awaiting hand.

  The eyeball had clammed up, truly uncertain of how to answer. His boy generally had baffling reasons for everything he did. Even his kin didn’t know all of his secrets, but the diminutive adult at least had suspicions. Quietly, the single father witnessed Kitaro’s mouth part in wonder at the size of the staff of life. The price of rolls increased every day where he once derived. To adapt to the postwar climate, he sat on rations of one roll a day.   Acquiring it with his own two hands was a dream come true. What could he say? He was an ungrateful boy, so giving thanks wouldn’t do at all. The lighthearted titter that followed enticed the upheaval of Kitaro’s shoulders, inciting him to consider what was so funny. He wasn’t sure whether he was moved by the other’s generosity or impartial anyway. Gradually tucking the baguette under his arm, the pipe dreamer lashed out in his own share of humor. His errant cackles were unpleasant on the ears, every ring of it resembling that of a lumpy old witch.   Brushing strands of his fringe away from his clenched eye, Kitaro spluttered between his fractured laughs. “I did not eat it because--” Though difficult to witness it in the dark, his eyelids unfurled. The hollow socket was perfectly capable of gaping open and wasn’t sealed in the slightest. 

  “--I prefer to prepare my meals with a taste of mischief!” He declared, his voice warping ominously. The dull sound of it was harmonious and manifold with other grown men, and it scared the puny frog out of its prison. No bigger than a fingernail, it leaped for Schezo’s face.   “Ahahahahahaha! Kihihihihi heehee!”

Dark Mind (Closed - Kitaro)

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