thenearshore | [ closed ] If Greed is Stronger than Compassion

Jade was going to ask him if he was going to change out of his maid outfit before charging into an investigation, but he thought it would be amusing to just leave him like that.

"Then shall we? This should be fun" He put his hands back into his pockets.

"Well then, lead the way"

Watanuki started down the alley. He passed by a trashcan, where he dumped the remaining fliers, citing them with a mutter as 'advertisement clutter'. The sound of his heels on concrete echoed off the walls of the alleyway. The sun was starting to set.

"This place better be legit or I'm going to be pissed."

Jade followed Watanuki down the alleyway. He was aware of their surroundings and was keeping an eye out for whatever he might need to. It was his job to protect the god that named him and while he was lazy with things like cleaning, his actual job wasn't going to be done half-assed.

He watched the petticoats bouncing around as Watanuki's heels clicking on the concrete.

It really was oddly fitting for him.

After turning a few corners, they arrived to a grey, concrete building with cracks running up it. A small set of stairs led to a black door underground, like a cellar. A sign was hanging above, dimly lit and flickering: Cricket. Watanuki wrinkled his nose.

"This place already looks charming." He put his hand on the railing to the stairs, going down at a side-step carefully with his heels, as if he were a debutante. When he reached the black door...

"Haah..." A strange sound left him, a sort of gasp.

The place he had been advertising didn't seem as charming as the clothes he was wearing to represent it. He didn't know much about Japan, but other places he had seen while walking around seemed very kept even if they were discount stores. This place was supposed to be a Host Club. (Whatever that was. More research for when they got back to the temple.)

When Watanuki let out the gasp, he paused.

"What is it?" he asked in a low, hushed voice.

His hand slowly withdrew. He knew Jade couldn't see it, but...

A thick cloud of black was bubbling from the crack under the door. Something was... or someone was...

Bad. Something bad was brewing up in there.

"...There's something wrong with this place." He said it with a sure tone--not a trace of doubt in his voice. "Maybe if I..."

He allowed his hand to reach out and touch the doorknob, concentrating. Just like that, several images flew into his head: various people coming in-and-out of the doors, the smell of disgusting smoke, people drinking, the exchange of money and gunshots.

He yanked his hand away with a gasp, bringing a stop to the images. He pulled so hard back, the back of his hand landed with a gentle thump against Jade's chest.

"...Sorry."

Jade watched as he reached out slowly. He couldn't sense anything wrong other than the obvious. But he was a god, so there were most likely powers and senses that he had that he himself didn't.

"Well?" he asked, his voice still quiet. "I'm guessing this place is as shady as you thought, hm?"

"Dammit." The gears were turning. They could just walk away. Right now. Leave it for someone else to deal with. That was what smart people did. But...

...He had his powers for a reason, didn't he? That was what Yuuko would have told him, and thus, he felt as if he had no reason but to plow ahead.

"...Let's just go inside. We can make up that we're just checking in for your job." He should have known it was weird to meet up with a guy on the street to get those fliers! He glanced back at Jade. "...Just be on your guard."

He opened the door, easily. Too easily. He stepped into a narrow hall. There were several pairs of shoes by the door. A thick black curtain blocked their view of the rest of the room. There was a person standing there, guarding.

However, as they walked in, the man seemed to blink at the door coming open--he had just seen it blow open on it's own. He didn't notice the two standing just before him. Watanuki glanced to Jade. He made a "follow me" motion, heading towards the curtain. He hoped Jade just left the door open, because the man was already heading over to close it.

Jade did, in fact, leave the door open. It would have drawn strange attention if it had opened then closed on its own like a person had just walked through.

He looked around and over Watanuki's head, keeping his eye out for anything that he might have needed to. But what was it, exactly? Humans couldn't see them unless Watanuki willed it, so the humans were of no danger to them. But...what did that man call them...?

"Ayakashi..."

Watanuki parted the curtain, stepping through with a bustle of petticoats. This part looked like a host club... albeit a small one. Like Jade, men were dressed in butler uniforms. There was a small bar to the right. there was a door to the left down a hall that read in red letters EMPLOYEES ONLY The smog was coming from there.

"Ayawhat?" He hissed back quietly. "...I swear I've heard that before..."

"Ayakashi. A man explained to me that they're spirits that corrupt souls and humans alike and that we can exterminate them" Jade explained as they stepped through the host club. This place may have had men in butler uniforms, but it didn't look all that classy.

"We should be aware of them"

"Wonderful." Ayakashi. Spirits that corrupted souls... and humans, too. Something like that shouldn't be taken lightly, even if he was in a bad mood. He came to the employee door. The smog was thicker now, and he waved his hand in front of him.

"Ugh, the smog is so thick here..." He turned his head to the side, coughing and covering his nose. "It's smells awful...

"There's something in here. Maybe it's an ayakashi like you were talking about." It was usually something like that, anyway. He waved his hands in front of him again, shooing off what looked to be imaginary smoke.

Jade couldn't see or smell what Watanuki was seeing, so he would use that to his advantage.

"Here. Allow me" he said, stepping in front of Watanuki as he was waving his hand in front of his face, fanning away...something. He opened up the door to the employee room and stepped inside quickly.

There were bundles of drugs stacked on a table and men were counting stacks of money. One man was doing a line of cocaine on a nice glass side table. And those men were among some otherworldly creatures.

There were strange creatures that gave off a dim glow. Some were a sickly green in color and was shaped like a wallet. Others were blotchy in color that gave off a psychedelic array of colors. They seemed to be associated with the drugs and money.

"m̖̜̦̖̪ͅỌ̦̱̠͎̗r̹̞̣Eͅ ̟̼̪̳͓̝͔m̤̬͈̥̠͉Ọ̩̱̮n̖E̥͔͇̣͙͔̠̗̜Y̬̜̙̘̲͈̰̖̲!̳͇̳̜͔͉͔ͅ ̼̞͙͚n̝̥̩̟E̫̜̭̬͈͉E͔͙̦̜̖ͅd̤̤̲̦̩͙̭̤ ͖̰̼̺͇̥̦m̦O̹̭͖r̙͕̥̖̭͓ͅͅE͎̩̥!͎ ̣̥b͉̼U̪s͔͍̬̟̤I͉n͉̘̜͚̟̜͇ͅE̱͈̠s̘̝͖̲͇̘͓͕s̲̱͎͉̼̟ ͚̠̘b̘̫̯̤̲ͅU̻̝͙͈̝ͅs̱͈̖Ḭ͙n̖͖̻̱̦E̩̲͚͎̟s̻͔̺̺͔s̭̺͕ ̦̜̰̫͍̲͎ḇṶ̼̠̱̠̟͎ͅͅs̪̖̺I͇͙̲n̳͓͎̯̠̜̖ͅE͕̟̩̟̝s̳s͖͚̹͍͍̥͎͈ ̩̮͈̫̤b̦̖̜̮̯̪͕Ṳ̥̳s͔̳̥͎̣ͅͅI͇̰̟̮n̦͓̙E̙̙̘͙͖͕̟s͚̭̙̫̦s̤̪̙̳̭̹̬!͓̟̭
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̬̙͓d̩̹̮̥͓̝̗r̘̪͈͓U̦̖̭g̭͚̝̘͖̱̰̻̻s͔~͕̯ ̩͉͔̩̰̹̥̹f̦E̞̺̝ͅͅE͍͓l̦ ̹̬͖̹͖g̯O̻̘̲̼O̭̥̖͚͕̬ͅO̗͍̲̹̦͙ͅO͍̯̖̠O̥͉͎̳̜O̳͍̟͎O̪̙̩͎̭d͍̪͍͚̲̩̲̩ͅ~̙̝͖͓̘̙͉ ͓̬͎̝͓ͅf̰̤E̮̠̯ͅE̯̗l͖ ͉̬̜̗g͙͉O̙̗O̭̰̲O̪̣͙͚̘̙̼O͇̯O̰̳͈͈̱O̙̲͚̠̼O͉̥͖d̹̱̯͙̖̭̥!̥͖̠̰"

"There's no mistaking. Those are the ayakashi."

The men didn't take notice of them, like everyone else they'd encountered. Watanuki's eyes drew away from the guy just doing lines off to the side. The amount of money and straight up drugs they had was insane!

"Th-those are...?!" Watanuki exclaimed as his eyes landed on the strange little monsters in front of him. "Ayakashi...!?" He moved up beside Jade and pointed. "Th-the smoke is coming from them! That's what I'm smelling that's so rotten!"

As Watanuki started shouting about them, they took notice of them.

s̹̖͔̪̦̺͉m̰̞̮̗̩ͅEll͕͚̦̲͍͇s̖͓ ͇n͔̟̳̝I͇͈̞c͓E̬! ͉͖s͉͍̪̲̭̠͚m͖͙E̱͖̪l͙̟̦l̠͕̻̟̗̮͓s̝ ̺̘̬͇̜̖ṉ̩̪͕͖I̙̼̮c̘̭E̺͈!

̭̹S̤M̳̱̖e͖̖̥̙̞̠L̞̼̭L͇̖͈̥S ̟̬N̻̰̘̤i̞̩̺̪̰̩͈C̖e̬̙͔͓̩!!͖͙̳̬̫̪ ͙̬͈͈̜SM̜̪͖̩̼͚e̤͓L̼͓̲L͕̞͕͕̮̰͉S͕̭̭̪̗ͅ ̪̝̩̲͍N̙͕̟̦̙i̯͈̙͈̮͔̮C͈̯̖̳̣̻̜e̱̲̹͚͍̭͉!̮̻̞͔̝̱!̟̩͈̙ ̠̰̟͙̻̬͎SM̖̦̩̥ͅeL̞̦͙̻̘L͓̗̗͕͍͉̼S̟̤̱̼̫̝ ͍͙̟̥̣ͅN̙̳̭̺i̘C̰̱e!͓͙̺̰̳̝!̳̮̥

Ayakashi started leaving their hosts of debauchery and started moving towards them

s͉̲̗̺̹̝̺̺̹̩̝͈̦̟̬͓͊̽ͭ͌̓̇ͭ͂ͪͣ̆̓ͧ͌̇̀́̕m̨̗͚̜̠̖̉̆̂̈́͂̾ͥ͐̒́̃̉̑͛ͥE̷̡̬͈̖̭̺̝̫͉̒̉ͩ̓͋̅͞l̨̯͚̮̯͊ͬ͑ͩͣ̒ͪ̚͘͡͞l̛̛͔̙͈̝̟̗̙͕̺̝̳͎̞͈̭͉ͬͤ͂̄́͆̿̿͋́̚̕͜ͅṣ̨̛̪͈̥͈̝̮̠͍̞̞́̏͗̑̐ͯͧͯͩ̆ͨ̽͛̉ͪ̽ ̛̣̱̲̙̹̳̗͚͙̦̘͔͍̩͌̍̾ͨ̐̅̆̏̾ͣͥ̎͘͝n̅ͣ̽̒̀̊̽͏͕̗͔͕͇͈͎̬̬̞͉͇̥́I̷̜͎̗̳̦̞̘̗̿ͧ̓ͮͭ̏̂ͧ̍̆̒̀́͟ͅc̶̛͉͇̞̲ͯ́̂ͣ́͆ͬ͌̔̎́E̴̷̯̖̝̹̥̤̖̮̤̩̝̘̝͖̞̒̌̔̽͆ͤ͑̾̒ͨͅͅͅ!ͭ̍̈́̉͑͌ͧ̓ͯͩ̿͏̷͔̫̜̬̜͉͎̙̲̻͖̬ ̧̨̼͉̯̻̻̹̞͉̳̩̥͕̙ͩ̿̌̐ͫ̅̊̄͞s̵̻͈̠̼̗̻͈̻̝̝̲̤̟̗̺̼̙̪̋̅͂̂ͤ̌̒͗̋̽̏̓͒̅̔̃͊̕m̢̡̾̏̓ͧ̌ͦ̍ͫͨ̈́̀͢͠҉̖̘̰͓̲̲̙̲̼͉̯E̴̞̬͉͉̞͓͎̖̹͍͕̰͈͈̩̼͍ͩͧ̿ͦ̆͑ͯ̓͂̌ͧ̀͂̓͝l̴̡͇̖͍͓̘͇̣̼̈́̐͒̅̄̆̍̏̾͝͝ḷ̸̷̞͉͎̮̟̜̝̱͇͔͈̰̉̓ͨͨͥ̽̔̍̆͋̄̀͜͠ș͖̻̳͓͙̗̺̲̗̖̳̯̤̄ͬ̒̄̈́̿̒ͨ̈̄ͩ̈̊̊͆̅̆̾̕ͅ ̴̨̡̫̻̗͖̹̥̼͙͒̓̒̑ͭ̈́ͦ̋̂̊ͧ͟͞n̵̶̢̢̪̗͙̤̺̻͉̈́͗ͣ̋ͤ̒̓̆͆̔̒̌́I̴̢̽́̒̐͛̃̓͗ͪ̑̿́ͫ̀̄ͨ͜҉̵̼̞̺̮͈͚̪̝̹̻̤̣͔̹͍c̃̓̒̆ͨ̑̉̐̀͏̦̖̩̱̤̞͍̟͕̜̜̹͞E͛̊̔̀ͫ̅̀͊̔ͬ͏̨̩̹̫̻͍͙̤̩̮̹̱̤̖̀͟͜!͔̩̣̲̹̮͇͔̯̼̌͆ͣ̐̉̆̓͂̂͂̓̂̍̋̔͞
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̛ͨ̑̂̏ͣͦ̑ͦ̑̾ͦ̓̃ͤͣ͊͗̂҉̝̯̝͎͙͎S͂̽͑̀͢͞͏̤̱̙̳M̨̧̧̩͕̳͚̥͚͍͈͎̼̱̻̤̻̜̥̺̱ͨ̽̿̔͛̓̚͞ͅe̷̢̮̯̮͇̝͎͉̝̣̯͔͓̟̫̺̫̍̂̉ͪͤ̔͆̏̚Ļ̢̨̢̛͍̪̫̼̗̳̻͈̼̍̎́ͩ̽́͋̌̋́ͭ̅L̵ͬͦͬ͊̅̄̽̀ͮ͒͑̓͑ͩ̐̚͞͏̯̮̜̤S̵̸̷͔͈̳͚͈͚̱̹ͩͨͧͨ̃̿̆̀ ̶͕̼͍̞͚̓̿̃́͌ͣ͡N̷̸̛͈̻͙̯̬̠̫͈͚̙͒̅ͨ̃ͪ̇̍̾̏̉͋̈́ͤͪ̅͊̌͛i̶̲͈͉̗͕̗̙̩̗̗͉͇̎̒̊͛̌̕͝ͅÇ̤̭̹̹̤̗̟͕̬̝̫̪̙͍̹͒̔ͣ̒ͦͦ̅͂ͪ̒͐͊͐̇ͤͭ͟ͅè̛̬̻̠̪̠͍̮̞̎ͩ̔͐́!̣̱͙͚̱̝̱̣͍͎̈̍̌̈́́͘!͍̹̰̙̙̤͚͉͇͍̮̳̬͑̆ͩ̒ͪ̈́͛̀͡ͅͅ ̴̢̘̳̩̞̫̻̫̞̲̤̲̖̠͉͈̰ͯ́̽̄S̷̵͈̘̫̫̭̰̲̘̯̞̼̞ͦ̉̿͆̀͗ͫ͂ͪͧ͑́̚͠ͅM̨͍̥̞̬̻̟͙̘̻͑́̑̔̆̿͆̍ͤ͆̿ͭ͋̎͂̄͝ë̢͆͆ͥ͗ͦ̑͊ͦͤ͑̈́̅͋͢҉̧̪͕͈̯̳̠͟L̶̛̛̯̣̞͎̺̲̻̼͙̣̘͍̼̪̫̖̈́̅͐̍̓͟L̛̛̾͆̽̔͒͐͠҉̰̯̟͉̟̙̹̯̯̯̥̺̯̖ͅS̷̥͈̩͓̪ͪ̓ͮ̆̒̆͒̊̑̆̃̑̇̐̉ͮͥ͌͞ ̴̢̛͎̞̘̬̳̼̳̳͔̠̗̠̖̰̘̋ͮ͌ͭ̃ͤͩͤͨ̽̾͌̈́̑̓ͤͧ̕͟ͅͅN̵̨̯̩͉̫̳̖̝̫̗͎̣̠̠̳͊ͧ͋̋ͦ̈́̅i̶̛͂̋̑ͦ̄̄̍̔͑ͣ̇̉̒̈́̀̚͜͏̬͍̟̫̲͚̤̯͔͇͉̜͕̫ͅC̡̣̫̳͓̱̖̬̫̙̙͕̄̃ͥͯͪ̆́͝ȩ̡͔͖̜̰̰̞̺̼̄͌̾̋ͪ̄ͩ̇̍ͮ͡͝!̵͕͕͎̮̫̥̦̃̈ͪͦ̓̈̎̇͗̾̉̿͆̈̃͢!̸̡̺̲͈̪̣͖̘̼̣̳͇̺̺̩͓̰̖ͮ͒ͤ͊̄͋ͩ ̤̟̪͙̭̠͍̰̞̥̪͉̹͙̿̿̄͗͂͒̌͒̅͟͝ͅS̶̶̛̠̬̪̙̻̤̜̩̫̬̾̽ͬͯͤͫͮ̌̄ͨ̚̚͝M̠̹̥̤̜͈̤̭ͪ̓̅ͩ͐̅̄͑͒ͬ̂͂͆͋ͯ̆̓̏͆͘e̢̤̟̞͔̠͕̫̖̰̭͎̟̣̮̓̆ͮ̆͊͑̈͆̆͗͂̈̕͟L̸̡̡̪̗͔̖̠̠̺̤̺͍̹̥̜͚̜̠̗͚͚̓̀ͩ͒͛ͪ́̔̒̑ͩͨ̓̐̓̋͛́͢L̶̢̓ͧ͗̅ͯ̋̎ͮ̅̊́ͩ̾̈́͆̅̽͐͏̼̟̭̥͉̘̕͞S̷̷̴̠̤̲͕̞ͫ̐̂́̐̐́̐́̿ͮ̍̈́̒̄ͨ͐͜͝ ̷̰̬͚ͦͣ͛͂̂̒ͨ̽̋ͧͭ̍͑͘͢͜͢ͅN̐͑ͣͩ̓͊̏ͪͤ̍ͫͫ̂ͬͮ̚҉͓̼̼̥̲͚̳͇̫̖̞͙̻̠͇̰́ĭ̧͚̦̭̠̮͍͓̘̣̳̥̯̒ͦͭ̈́͛̌ͮͨͮ͡C̮̯͇̻̖͖͈̜̺͔̮̉̓̊ͤ̃͗̓͌ͭ̇ͧ̀͘͝͞e̷̡̮͇͉̹̙̖̣͈̻̔̄̑̈́͛ͮ͑̆ͦ̃̆̎͌̓͜͡!ͬ̔͋̔͌ͣͯͦͦ̑ͭ̐̍̑̾̔̿̔͠҉̴̵͕͙̥̜̮̮̠̻̭̰̙̪͕!̸̡̧̯̖̭͓͈̱̼̗̟̩͈̭̲̣͉̻̗̺͊̊̃̅̈́̎ͦ̚͢͡
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̵̫̟̣͇̗̜̦̖̗̤͇̖̮̳̮̭̰̅ͮͭ̄͛͑̒ͮ̚͝s̆̿̒̒̂̅̇͘҉͔̲̺̳̲͉̣̩̖̳̫͉͎̞̦̞̮̦̕m̡̲͙̠̼̫̾͑͑̂͗̑͋̀́͜E̵̝̩̝̤̦̺̠̫̘͔̖̙̝̐̈ͤͧ͒ͩ͡ļ̷͓̟̟̦͕̞̤͚̤̟̠̰̰͕ͩ͋̑͛̆̽͆̄ͪ̚ľ̸̛̟̥̙̜̃͒͗̑͌̃͌͆̉̋ş̷̌ͬ̆͒̆̈́͋͑ͯ͆̓̿͘͘҉͉̱̥̯̭̲ ̶̴̢͕͉̤̖̱̦̥̻͎̟̗̟̲̩͊͐ͯ͂ͧ̓̏̀̚n̨̳͕̭̻͖͓̣̜̼̞̟͖ͭ̐̍͗̉̓̏̽ͦ͆̇ͥ̉͛ͦ͐͆͛́͟I̵̡̧̜̰̪̯̫̳͓͉̤̼̪͍̋̈̈́̆ͬć̟̩̖̤̩̞̥̬̭̦̿ͮ͌̅̐̑̽̎͘Ȩ̸̻̫̳͕̼̪͍̮͇̪̑̓͑̓̔̈͗́ͩ̐͋͋͜!ͦ̿͗̓̊̿̂͑͛́͡͠͏͖̜̥̻̟̗̥̣͕͔̪͕̞̫̟̦̬ͅ ̴̛̦̘̞̹͔͎̥͍̟̫̣͕̒́ͩ͂̍͑ͭs̢̻͎͎̻̝̻͇̙͈̜̱͖̮̯̭̗̜̜ͩͧͧͩ̄ͬ̓ͣ͒ͭ̅ͭ̎ͣ̋͂́̍̚͞͡ͅm̧̧͉̳̙̪̣̰̹̮̭̻̌̑̐̐͋̈̍͌̓̋̈́̏̑̚Eͮͣ̅͑͒̎̿ͪ͗̿͊ͬͮ̓̒ͦ̀̚̚̕͏̪̬̫̞͉̲ͅl̷̓̀̽̌ͫ͛ͫ̃͂̐ͨ̅̏ͨ̌̔͐̄ͨ͢͏̷̴̘̮̺͇̲͖̬͙̱̹̲l̵͎̼͙̰̣̲̹͓̪̤̤̰͚̓ͯ̇̓ͦ͞s̷̼̠̟̲͂ͭ̋̃ͪ͋̑͛̂̊̔͝ ̴̧̺͇͎̞̱̹͔̟̫͉̝̬̯̣̣͖̱ͨͪ̽ͭͮ̔ͬ̊͆̊̐͗ͯ̚͢ͅn̶̡͇̖͍͇̱̤̻̼͈̝̙̼̻̲̙͚͓̰͑ͧͣ͊̔I̢̥̼͇͎̗̬̠̩̟͎̱̲͙̭̦̬̖̘͎̎͒̏̅ͣ͛̀̕͢c̢̤̗͔̞̮͎͖͈͚͚͔̀ͩ͒͛͝E̹̠̤̖̘͖͒̃̏̋̎́́́͡ͅ!̾ͯ͑͗̂͊ͤ͒̋ͮͥ̅̅ͭ̈́́̀̚͜͏͏̛̥̬̞̬̝s̪̼̺̬͍̼͇͚͕̦͕̯͖̞̻̩̪͓̟͆̽ͥ̇ͮͥͥ̎͂̈̆̉͐̋̑̕͢͢͜͠m̸̷͔̺͎̥͎͙͎̫̬̮̪͎͙̹̞͍̭̦͗͗ͤ̌͌ͤ͛ͦ̎ͣ̔̔̒̏̓̆͜͠͡ͅÈ̡̮͓̟̩̝̣̭̯͙͈͎̹͂͂̐̊͐̃̇̉̓͗ͨ̎ͫ̽̑͟l̶̉ͭ̅ͮ͞҉̭͖̞̬͕̰͖l̷̜̟̪͍̪͔̺̊̋ͧͣͭ͌̑͋̾ͪ̔̉͒̐́s̵̛̠̹̲̥̼̥̲̜̮̺̭̬̲̫̥̳͔͚͐ͩ̂͒̈̎̏́ͮ͗̆̃ͬ͜͢ ̛̭̝̥̬͉̙̳͔̗̟́ͩ͆̾ͩ̄͐̔ͣͯ̃̉͋̚͢͠ͅͅn̨̢̼͕̥͙̙̺͚̳̭̫͓̝̙̝͉̾̽̌ͪ̃ͮ̂͐͢I̯̹̭̺͔͉̮͙͊ͬ̊͊͋̈ͮ̔ͥ͛ͦͩ̋ͨ̍ͩ̓̚͢͝ͅç̴̢̘̖͖̼͌̈́͊̽͆̃̄͒ͦͫ͜Ę̸͉͎̣͓̙̼̄ͬ͆ͩ̌̚̕̕!̶̧̛̞͇͕̲̬̺͕̒͒́ͨ̄ͦ͗ͫ͋ͫ̍ͪ̈͞͡ ̛̬̯̟̹͓̝̳̭̖̙̣̲̖̥̙͉͉̋̏͒ͨ̋ͮ̀̄̿͂̓͗̃͑́͞s̷̪͓̱͓̩͙͙̲̳̫͉̗̫̩͔̥̗͙ͯ̄ͤ̒͟m̨̦̮̫̯̞͕̲͓͍̳̠͔̭͔̭̈́̔̊̒ͤ̂ͣ̄ͣ̓ͫ͗͘͟Ḛ̺̘̭̜̖͓̟̮̰̝͇̙̩͍͕̌̌ͨͣ̽̇̓̎̋͂͢͡͞l͍̱̙̘̰̙̮̳̙̫͓̫͕͚̻̞̇͊͂̄͐ͨ̇͊̔̚̚͝͞ļ̴̛̹͕͚͇̖͍͎͎̯̣̠̖̱͓̤̆ͨ͗̏ͨ̓ͯ̑̌̓̌̀̚͝ş̰̞͍̱͇͈̯͍̭̝̭͙̝̫̗̆ͥ͛͗ͬͪ̀́ ̴͉̣̮̃̓̃̽ͦͧͤ̎̕͟͡n͓̦͎͚͖̦̜͖̺̜̭͚̙̩̱̺̟̻ͫ̂̀̋̈̾͘͞I̧̨̢̛̗̲̩͈̯̼̫̙̲̩͓̲̟̮̮̟̯̭ͤ̏͊̉̅̃ͧ̆̄̊͌͆̍ͤ̍̑́ͅç̢̧̛̣̹̜͚̹͍̥̹̫̲̟͊̍͋ͬͅĖ̶̢̖͎͈͎̲̠̣̝̪̘̫̋̄̄ͩ͊͑̔͜ͅ!̶̨̦̭̪̦͓̞͖̑̒̔͑͌̀ͬͨ̽̉̕ͅ

"Ah~ It looks like we're a new source of interest"

Oh no. Oh no. NO.

"N-No!" And Watanuki was stumbling back. He bumped into the glass table. The guy doing his lines snorted, looking around wildly at the sudden bump. He couldn't see the mass pile of lace and pink in front of him. Watanuki, however...

Looked horrified.

"Th-they smell me...!"

Despite the handful of ayakashi coming towards them, Jade was remaining abnormally calm. It was like he was used to this.

"There are two things we can do, My Lord. We can run or we can eradicate them" he suggested.

"WHY ARE YOU SO CALM?!" Watanuki screeched at him with a stomp of his heeled foot. His fists were both balled up. "I don't know how to fight these things! I don't even have a--"

"--Weapon," His voice said in a completely different tone. His expression had changed too, as he looked at Jade.

"...You!"

"I'm supposed to be your tool, aren't I?" He was watching as the ayakashi slowly moved towards him, wanting to engulf him.

"So what will it be? Your options are starting to run out."

"Urk..." He was right. The ayakashi were coming in closer, and soon there wouldn't be anywhere to run. He had to pick... NOW!

Run--! Was his first thought, and he stumbled back a bit, bumping into the door they came into. His eyes were wide with fear. He didn't want to get eaten by those things. It was clear on his face that he did not have good past experiences. His legs were shaking. But...

But... this was supposed to be different. He had awoken as a god. He had a weapon to use--one gifted to him, and he, Jade, Jihiki, was a spectacular individual. He'd only known him for a little while, but it was obvious he was intelligent, a quick learner, a pain in the ass, but--

Something in him knew what to do. Fine.... fine!

"Jihiki!" And Watanuki cast his hand out to the side, palm open, ready to catch Jade in his newly appointed form. "Come to me!"

Jade became that ball of light and formed into a spear in Watanuki's hands. He could see everything around him from a strange space not of their current plane.

"You mentioned that you have no experience with a spear, but it shouldn't be too hard. Pointy end goes in front of you" he said, ready for a good fight. For some reason, the thought of action excited him a little bit.

Watanuki lifted the spear in front of him with both hands--pointy end first.

"Well I know that much!" He snapped as the Ayakashi drew near. He was surprised that the other people hadn't even noticed him. "Okay...!

"I'm going!" And he took off--somehow managing to take a few forward steps in those short little pin-heels of his. He decided to attack how he knew best. Watanuki's arms reared back, and he swung at at an ayakashi.

Yes, well, unstrategically swinging him around at the ayakashi was one way of doing it.

Unfortunately, Jade was as sharp as his wit and he slice the ayakashi that just so happened to be nearest the tip of the blade. He also sliced the side table with all of the coke, narrowly missing the man near it. The humans began to freak out at the mess being created.

"My Lord, you need to actually aim" he said. His voice was almost not as calm as it normally was.

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