@feelsofhiraeth: her mother had died five days ago and sakura had been on foot for four. a lot has happened recently, her life has flipped upside down and the only thing she knows is that there's a man her mother kept from her that was her supposed biological father. at the moment that's all she's thinking about as she manages to walk for an entire day effortlessly, only stopping for a bathroom break and some food breaks. she does stop to rest for a few hours each day. still, she keeps on moving, and oddly the closer and closer she got to a suspected location she finds herself being pulled slightly off course, and she follows her gut. it takes her into the mountains, directly to a large house tucked away from society. shoving her phone into her pocket, she balls her fist and repeatedly rattles the door until it's opened. a huge, strange-looking man answers, his height towering over her own, and sakura was quite tall for a nineteen-year-old girl. she was five foot and eleven inches tall last time she checked. having been prepared to ask his name and a plethora of questions, she realises she doesn't need to as something in her gut tightens and releases like a spark, like some weird popping sensation, and she knows without a doubt the man standing before her is her father. a few moments go by in complete silence before the backpack that loosely hangs from her shoulder falls to her feet and she brings her arm back, forming a tight fist and swinging with all her might, punching the man directly in his groin.
he knew about her death the day she died. while koki didn't have any particular connection with the woman ( not exactly close to her, but still bound to her through one of the very few promises and deals he's made and followed through ), the moment she died, he knew of it. felt her breathe her last breath and then nothing. five days and ——— nothing. time goes on, day turns to night, night turns to day, and life merely goes on, but it's the radio silence that makes him send his fairly troublesome away. that, however, didn't happen until the fourth day, sending nogitsune off to go do whatever it was he did when he wasn't around koki. it wasn't a permanent thing, something that wasn't even because he felt as if something was wrong, but something that had to be done all the same. when the child got here — the more time that passed on, the more certain of it he was; the pulling / pulling / pulling feeling was something of his blood calling for product of his blood to come to him and by the way things seemed to be going time came the fifth day, the child was close. how long had it been since he'd seen his child, anyway? brief image of a few-months-old babe wrapped up in blankets flash in his mind when it happens. the door goes, rather loudly at that, and he has to go get it. there's no question to who was making such a racket, but the way the sound rattles through his large home doesn't move him any faster. doesn't stop him from downing his final drink of sake ( fresh from the other world ) before he removes himself from the kitchen bar. before he walks off, he leaves the not empty container on the counter, now crossing the main room and making way for the door. before she could knock again, he opens the door, golden gaze immediately shifting for the ground ( as the only people he knew he could look at without casting his attention towards the ground wouldn't wait for him to open the door ) and she's there, the other half of the tugging feeling he'd been experiencing, something he couldn't even shake for anything. tiny. to be half oni, she's still tiny. from what he could see, she couldn't be too much taller than his little red fox. patient as could be, koki merely watches her look up at him, peering down at half-human all the same, saying and doing nothing as she drops her things and —— upon being punched in the groin, the body notes how her little body still packed such a punch, so much so that his natural and immediate response to being hit is for him to double over, groaning, hands instinctively moving to protect himself. while not quite brought to his knees, this was still much, much more than he thought she'd think up to do. he deserved this much.
