Oni, Oni
The children were brought together. Curious as children are, they whispered to one another. They conspired and giggled and toyed with the ropes that held them encircled. Young Master Himuro almost smiled to witness such innocence, listening as one girl told the others a ghost story, using the ambiance of the chamber to inspire dreadful awe over the rest.
Maeda arrived with the blind demon, and for a moment the story came alive. The children shrieked and hid behind one another.
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When Maeda arrived with the blind demon, the children shrieked and clustered into the far corner. Young Master Himuro felt for the creature, until recently locked away for so long. Now a disfigured, nameless monster, it lived for one last task. After the ritual, he would grant its death, and he hoped it would find peace at last.
It caught the first girl, Tamiko, as they huddled together in fear of the Oni. The poor thing had nowhere to go – she was pulled away from the other girls, simple as that. She was brave about it, and might have counted herself lucky as Maeda took her aside and praised her with a red bit of rope.
The children had scattered, and the blind demon groped about at every tic and twitter. She moaned in frustration, scaring a girl badly that she squealed. She was the second caught, and was taken aside. The third, the fourth...
Master Himuro paled behind his mask.
The young master watched his daughter as she guessed at the rules of the game. Maybe it was luck that kept her from the demon initially, but now she knew the blind demon might not catch her if it could not hear her.
Now that Haya was led away there were only two girls left, and his daughter seemed determined to win. She stood to one side as the Oni groped and staggered; the other girl, Kyoko, kept one step ahead, but it was a small distance.
The young master breathed her name, a soft prayer against what would be. A prayer that seemed to be answered as the blind one turned towards him, towards his daughter. She stood still, determined, as the thing was close enough to touch. It stood there, breathing in agonized whimpers, and he begged it find her.
The moment emblazoned itself in his mind as the Oni spun and snatched little Kyoko up.
The ritual was over.
Young Master Himuro had lost his daughter.
He almost thought it suspicious, as though the blind demon knew who pained it... who pained her, and who to pain in return. He even thought she smiled as he took her life, now an act less mercy, more duty... more...
Revenge.
For Kirie.
the end
Working Title: Oni, Oni
Inspiration: The ingame notes of "They might even have been related!" As if it were a surprise.
Noteworthy: My First Fatal Frame Fic.
Disambiguation: Um. Straightforward, right?
Derivative work of material © Tecmo.