Imaginary Friend, Shinah or Kija
Of course I chose Shinah for you!
“Ao said...even if I fought with a sword, I probably can’t make friends.” The little boy reaches out as if to touch him, then stops short. He looks down. “You’re...not my friend, are you?”
The soldier sighs. He can’t say exactly what he is to the boy. “Think of me as your imaginary friend.”
“Oh...then I’ve got lots of ‘maginary friends. I like to pretend all the other children in this village are my friends, even if they don’t…”
Damn this village! Half-coherent thoughts of what he could do to them form and flit away. Anything he does will only make it worse for the boy.
“Even if Ao was right, I’m still going to try!” the boy announces, drawing his dagger. The sword is still too much for him. “Train with me?”
The soldier takes his own sword in hand. He lets the boy lead--he never learned any of these fancy katas. He’d just taken the blade his lord had given him and gone where his lord had sent him, and in the end, no amount of training would have made a difference.
“I know what you are, though,” says the boy, lowering his dagger at the end of his routine. “I know why you can only ever be a ‘maginary friend.” The boy’s mask remains in place, but he can still feel himself pierced by those eyes. It’s the only thing he can feel. “It’s because I killed you, isn’t it?”
The last place his lord sends him is to an unknown village, to seek out an unknown swordsman rumored to be one of the four dragons of legend. The demon gives them no warning. The first rank of soldiers simply falls down dead. Then panic spreads through the lines almost as quickly as the demon’s reach--his closest companion, marching by his side, dies all unknowing.
That’s what he hopes, anyway.
He sees those claws reach through his brother’s chest, feels them tear through his own, and then--he doesn’t know what keeps him here when all the others have moved on. The first thing he recalls after that--after dying--is the image of a boy, facedown in the mud, and his own rage at a demon who would attack so indiscriminately that even an innocent boy would be caught in its path.
He’ll do everything in his power to curse the monster that did this.
He watches until the boy wakes. Until he opens his eyes, and the curse takes hold. “You did this!” he rages, only to be met with the boy’s constant cries of “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
Villagers come to the boy too. “You did this,” they speak accusingly, and are given the same reply. He can see the demon in the boy’s eyes but this boy is not a murderer, and he doesn’t understand.
“That’s right,” says the soldier. “And now I have to move on.”
“N-no! I’ll get better! I’ll train so I never have to use my eyes again!”
He gives the boy a sad half-smile. “You do that,” he says, “but that won’t keep me here.”
“But...but if you go...then you’re really...then I really…” His voice is trembling, terrified.
“Yes. You did.” The boy erupts into full-fledged sobs. “I bound myself to you when I swore vengeance on the demon that killed me, but you...you already bear a curse I wouldn’t wish on anyone. And vengeance…” At the boy’s side for months now, he’d seen how the village shunned him. Seen how they created the very monster they sought to contain. If he could curse these villagers without hurting the boy, he’d revel in it. “If I stay, I’m going to become an evil spirit. You wouldn’t want that, would you? You know what it’s like.” The boy nods, tears still streaming from beneath his mask. “So I have to move on, while I can still make that choice.”
He doesn’t know what the boy is trying to say. Ao left me too or greet Ao in heaven for me or simply crying out for the one person who’d ever cared for him. So he doesn’t try to reply, exactly. “Ao was wrong,” he says. “You made a friend even out of me. So wait, and live, and one day, you’ll find a real one.”