Not the smartest move if you wanted to get on her good side, Ayumi. Sachiko glowers with enough annoyance that she could probably melt through a steel wall if she wanted to. Then again…. she could do that anyways, something this mortal would do well to understand.
“Hey, quiet you! Did I ask for any lip?!” Sachiko huffs, fists balled at her sides. “If you wanna talk about foot fungus, I could always turn you into some, y’know! Why don’t you quit with all of the annoying questions before I get too tempted, huh—?”
Despite the momentary flash of anger, posture relaxes and sharp red eyes fixate on Ayumi’s face. “If you wanna go home in one solid piece… you should probably start being a little nicer to me.”
Ayumi flinches, shuddering under Sachiko’s sharp stare. “No, you didn’t. But I gave it to you anyway.” She grits her teeth. If this spirit wants to tussle, she’ll tussle. But... “Sorry, Sachiko. For a second there, I forgot how strong you were--... er... are.”
Ayumi looks around. The blood staining the walls does not quell her twisting stomach, and the guts splattering the floor help it even less. “Just what can you do, anyway? I know you’re an oh-so-powerful spirit, but I, um... I never figured out just how powerful you really are.”
After she has slapped her hands over her mouth, Ayumi says, “Wait... I forgot about the ‘no questions’ thing. Uh... my bad. Again.” When Sachiko calms, tension eases out of Ayumi’s shoulders. Good, she thinks. If we keep this up, I might be able to get out of here with all my limbs intact, and put her to rest for good!
Blood drips down the walls and plops onto the floor. Ayumi slowly raises her hands into the air in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll be nice.” She frowns. “But, um... what’s your plan? Do you wanna tear me limb from limb? Or do you wanna have a tea party? Personally, I’d be more inclined to agree to the second one.” She laughs. It’s high-pitched and nervous. “But you don’t care about what I want, do you? Yeah... so, whatever you say, captain, I’ll do.” Unless it involves having my intestines strung up from the ceiling.
















