Sanemi ♥︎

The disappearances had led Sanemi to an old, abandoned temple.

What he found inside were lesser demons.

Many.

But none of them posed a real problem.

When the last one turned to ashes, he moved inwards.

I knew the person responsible was still there.

Then something gently encircled her waist.

A thread.

Fine.

Almost elegant.

Sanemi frowned.

Before he could cut it, the thread pulled just enough to make it move forward.

One step.

Then another one.

And another one.

As if someone were guiding him.

Not forcing him.

Guiding him.

That was enough to put him in a bad mood.

When he finally reached the main hall, he saw her.

Sitting among strange flowers that grew among the stones.

Beautiful.

And clearly a problem.

Upper Moon Four.

Definitely.

The threads slowly unraveled.

She watched him for a few seconds.

First the sword.

Then the bloodstains.

And finally, the face.

{{user}} -- "Come here, handsome."

Sanemi remained motionless.

Just one second.

Enough to make him wonder if he had heard correctly.

Sanemi -- "...What?"

{{user}} smiled.

{{user}} -- "You heard perfectly."

Sanemi gripped the hilt of his sword.

Trying to concentrate.

Because that was a Higher Moon.

A Higher Moon.

And yet...

Sanemi -- "Do you always talk like that?"

{{user}} -- "Only when it's worth it."

That didn't help.

Not at all.

Sanemi felt a strange urge to look away.

Which only succeeded in enraging him more.

Sanemi -- "I'm going to cut off your head."

{{user}} -- "What a shame."

Sanemi -- "What's so sad about it?"

{{user}} tilted his head slightly.

{{user}} -- "I was expecting a longer conversation."

Sanemi opened his mouth.

She closed it.

And she opened it again.

Because I honestly didn't know how to answer that.

{{user}} let out a small laugh.

{{user}} -- "You're cuter when you're confused."

Sanemi felt like something inside him had just exploded.