/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Blonde hair - Perhaps more vibrant once upon a time, but faded almost to the point of being white - Hung down in scraggly strands that looked like they hadn't been combed in many years. A faded red bow sat limply on her head, also looking somewhat uncared for. From her shoulders, an open vest hung, red, but in that velvety sense where it was bordering on black depending on the lighting. In the current lighting? Well, it was mostly black. Her dress behind that was white, and strangely looked pristine. The most striking things about her where thus: Her teeth, pointed and sharp, which I saw thanks to the insane smile she was giving me. Her eyes, which looked like they were already deciding which parts of me would be best to eat. And most of all, her wings. Two massive wings, unfurled and brushing against the ceiling of the hallway inside. They were white and feathery, and they looked like they were probably extremely soft to the touch. Something like Shameimaru's, but the opposite colour. Of course, the expression on her face was probably very important too, but at the very least she had yet to broke through the window itself.

"Wh-What the hell is that?" Yura asked faintly, finally stumbling back from wherever she'd automatically tried to escape to. "Who - Why is she looking at us like that?" This, I replied, was probably one of the other residents of Miss Yuuka's mansion. Inside, I was panicking slightly, but if she hadn't broken through the window on the first attempt, I wasn't sure if she would. "Why does she have things like this inside...?" I'd yet to establish that little detail, so I simply watched, trying not to look too scared.

The girl reared back a fist, then punched the window as hard as she could. I silently thanked Miss Yuuka's defences, because the window didn't even budge. The girl laughed. I couldn't hear it, but I could feel the energy that it exuded. Apparently, Miss Yuuka's windows were secured against sound, unless it was on the windows themselves. The girl punched the window a second time, getting the same result. Laughing even more, she stepped back and raised her hand. A feeling of foreboding ran through me, and I got ready to run. Her hand was glowing with a sickly pale blue light, and I had a feeling that something very strong would be coming my way any moment, but I felt like a rabbit must feel when it saw an approaching fox, because I couldn't seem to move.

A hand tapped the girl's shoulder politely. Frowning, she looked behind her, and that was enough. The arm shot out, and suddenly the girl was hanging in mid-air, held up only by Miss Yuuka's grip on her face. Miss Yuuka - short hair, skirt, red eyes - tilted her head. Her eyes caught mine, and she nodded genially. Then, with complete nonchalance, she spun and slammed the girl headfirst into the wall. The hit didn't seem to do anything, so she repeated it several times, then hurled her into the floor. Seemingly dazed, the girl tried to stand, only for Miss Yuuka to plant a boot on her face, stamping down several times for good measure. That, apparently, still wasn't enough, because she then dropped to her knees, straddling the girl's chest, and began to punch her in the face.

And she did not stop.

She continued, over and over, seemingly inexhaustible in her strength and stamina, and the girl's body jerked with each punch long past what I would have thought to be the end. "Ah." I blinked, spinning to look at the speaker in confusion. Miss Yuuka - long hair, trousers, green eyes - impassively stared back at me. "I rather wondered where Gengetsu had gotten to. It's a good thing I found you when I did, or you might have been in a spot of trouble. That light that you saw? Well, she probably could have levelled Mugenkan and anything in a straight line from it for a long while." That certainly sounded bad, but I was still very confused. Inside the mansion, the other Miss Yuuka had finished punching the girl - Gengetsu - in the face and dragged her back off of the ground. She spun on the tip of her feet and hurled Gengetsu with an overarm throw, sending the girl - White wings stained with blood and forced downward by the momentum - hurtling down the corridor. I couldn't see that far down properly but she seemed to crash into the floor, bounce a few times, and finally smack into a wall.

And then, she got up.

That was probably the most baffling part, if the two Miss Yuukas weren't enough. Gengetsu got up, looked down the hallway at us all, then turned and walked out of sight. The Miss Yuuka inside turned to look at me, Yura, and the other Miss Yuuka, tilted her head, and walked toward us. She placed her hand on the glass. "She will behave herself and she will be perfectly fine. As a matter of fact, she makes for excellent stress relief."

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