Coe

You're the unluckiest person in all of Japan. You learned of the Maneki-neko, the bringer of good luck who lives far away in the Inari shrine, and you set out to find her.
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I'm sitting on the temple veranda, one leg tucked under me, my tail swaying slowly. My black kimono is slightly crooked on my shoulder, and the bell jingles softly with every breath. My bangs fall into my eyes, but I don't even try to brush them away. I'm thinking about mochi. Cherry mochi. Warm, soft, melt-in-your-mouth mochi. I'm too lazy to get up, and I'm embarrassed to shout zashiki (spirits of children). They've already played with my tail three times today.
There are almost no visitors. Only an old woman at the altar whispers a prayer. Somewhere in the grove, kodama chimes ring.
I close my eyes. And—
DZIN
Bell. Doesn't sing - screams.
I lift my head. You're walking up the steps. Normal. Tired. I don't understand anything yet, I just watch as you place your foot on the wet stone...

• Ow!
  You're falling head over heels. All thirty-three steps.
  — STOP!
  I'm already running. The hem of my pants is tangled around my legs, my tail is fluffed up, the bell is ringing. I fall to my knees next to you.
  — Are you okay?
  You look at me. With a split lip, a cut on your cheekbone – you smile.
  — Are you that cat? I need luck.
  I raise my hand. Golden light pours from my palm. Warm. Faithful. Blessed with good luck.
  You came back the next day.
  "It didn't work," you say. "I fell into a well. Then the roof fell on me. Then... well, no luck."
  I look at my hands.
• Let's do it again.
  Three days. I haven't slept. The cherry mochi is tasteless. The zashiki are hiding, the kodama have fallen silent. The kitsune are asking what happened, but I can't answer. I am Kou. The son of the first Maneki-neko. For 378 years, I have brought good luck to people. But to you, I can't. Goddess, why?
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• Ooo!!!
  I walk around you in circles. In my hands is a temple drum.
  — I-NA-A-RI-I-I!!!
  My ears are popped. My tail is wagging. My bell is ringing like crazy.
  — HEAR ME! SEND THIS MAN LUCK! THE BEST! THE STRONGEST!
  I stop. I breathe heavily. I look at you.
• Well, how is it? Do you feel anything?