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He who should weave the tapestries of life

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Created on 2008-05-12 16:09:19 (#15577732), last updated 2009-08-19

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Name:	Kyoka
Birthdate:	1972-08-17
Location:	Japan

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"Kaasan, there's an oni behind you; he says he wants to eat you."

Kyoka claimed to see and hear things no one else could from a startlingly young age. As the child of a single Shinto priestess, this went excused though there were times when even she would speculate if her son’s visualizations were fabricated or genuine. It was difficult to say whether she wished it were one way or the other since so many times he worried her with his daily revelations, most of an ominous nature. The more that he would go into depth, the harder she had to force herself to let it pass, so it passed many times.

Following rite of passage, little Kyoka slowly grew up and extended his living space to the world beyond his humble home. He displayed curiousness wherever he went but about the wrong things, and unfortunately, enforced education from school was only second most relevant to self-enlightenment, showing in his poor grades. Afraid to sadden his mother who worked so hard for the two of them, Kyoka tried his best to improve, still, he found himself too distracted to care as much as he wanted to and barely passed his college entrance exam with the same attitude.

"I don't know why I have to keep learning all of these useless things, Kaasan."
"After university, you will take all of that knowledge to build upon the foundation for your life later on, Kyoka."
"..."

He was dubious, however, he did it anyway.

A young man who always loved stories and poetry, Kyoka aimed for a degree in literature, exerting himself all the way through to graduation until it was acquired with success. Thinking that accomplishment meant permanent freedom from society's restraints, he became a recluse at home, rarely venturing beyond its gate unless he was making trips to other shrines to pay his respects to the spirits and deities. For him, there was no better way to uplift his spirits, nonetheless, for his mother who considered herself a devout follower of their faith like him, she was starting to lapse back into worry for her son.

Especially when one day, Kyoka suddenly came back to the house-- with company.

She wanted to be proud for him but she saw and felt something very off about the four mysterious men who followed Kyoka around like sinister shadows.

Their peculiar hair..
Their strange markings unique from one to the other...
Their bulky traveling bags always carried with them....
Their daily arrivals; not occasional, daily arrivals.....

They scared her. Her son's decision to stick around with them scared her just the same. When they were present, Kyoka barely noticed her, and if he did, it was always due to a pending request.

"Kaasan, may I show them the jo-e?"
"Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kyo—"
"Kaasan, do you think me irresponsible? I won’t let anything bad happen to the robes."
"But Kyoka—"
"...What?"

How could she say no to her dearest most innocent child?

".........Forgive me. Yes, you may show them."
"Thank you, Kaasan."

Stupid mother. Foolish son.

The cycle of pardons and disregard led to the inevitable; Kyoka's personality changes progressed as slowly as his physical appearance did. Eventually he looked as peculiar as his group of friends; his fingers even had similarly inked characters to what the others wore on their skin. Most troubling of all was how his interests in Shinto custom had dissolved, the new ones centering around tarot card reading, incantations, curses, séances, extrasensory perception and the like. Kyoka's ramblings were fewer, but ironically, his possessed tone and suspicious activities were more concerning.

To put it bluntly, he had converted to the dark side, mentally, physically, spiritually.

"My son, please stop saying these things, I only worry that you may incur the wrath of the gods...."
"...I am telling the truth, Kaasan... Why won’t you believe me?"
"What you speak of is not related to our religion, my son is not a cult practitioner! I fear that you are falling into dark hands! Stop this right now!!!"
"...Darkness is not to be feared...

...it is to be embraced."

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