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Tengu Kakushi [BitSW: Prologue. PG-13/R]
New arch. WEEEE.

I have gone through and done the tedious task of re-editting all of the TK story so far. Wow, there were quite a few mistakes. @.@

Also, new layout! It is of Jin from Samurai Champloo; doujin pic, I think drawn by Saiman. Check it out, if only for the sexy pic. XD

Title: Tengu Kakushi
Butterfly in the Spider's Web [Kumo-onna Arch]: Prologue
Prologue Rating: PG-13 or R or so. Depends.
Prologue Warnings: a profanity here and there, mild violence and a breast shot
Summary: The prologue starts out somewhat like the prologue to the entire story. Anyway. This arch involves kumo-onna, or spider women as Ichime's next big challenge. A kuma-onna from far away has come to Shibuya, looking for someone who carries a "sweet scent." However, upon meeting these people, she kills them. Also, Ichime may not be the only person working on this case...

Now with borders! =D Originally intended for, you know, REAL dividers/borders, but somehow the site where I got them from magically disappeared. >>; So I used a most fitting image instead. IT GLITTERS TOO OOO.

"So, when exactly is the paper due?"

"I think in... well, tomorrow."

"We've been studying for three days! Let's take a break!"

Michiko removed her glasses, rubbing her almond brown eyes. "The paper still isn't finished," she informed. Michiko was seventeen years old, a petite young girl with short, dark brown hair in her seifuku school uniform. She sat at a desk in her empty homeroom classroom, the sun setting slowly outside the large window on her left.

In the room as well were three other students. One was a seventeen year old boy, in a black uniform with a red tag hanging from his breast pocket, hair dark ebony like the thick rims of his glasses. His name was Saburo. A young girl stood behind Michiko, hair the same dark brown, only braided and long, uniform the same. Her name was Akiko, Michiko's younger sister by one year.

The final person in the room was a beautiful seventeen year old, her hair a natural blonde, long and wavering down her back. She wore the girl's uniform, too, sitting at the window and staring out the tainted orange and red sky with her dazzling green eyes. Her name was Naomi.

Akiko folded her arms behind her head, yawning loudly with exaggeration. "How much more do we have to do?" she asked lethargically.

"Just a couple more paragraphs," Michiko answered, feverishly typing away on the laptop at top speed.

"With your fast fingers," Saburo smirked pervertedly, "we'll have it done in a matter of seconds."

Michiko merely snickered. Akiko placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. "Let's just finish this later on tonight, okay? We all promised we'd go out to Yatta Yo today!" she reminded.

"I know, I know! But I'm all most finished!" Michiko insisted.

"Careful now. You're working up a sweat," Saburo teased, winking. Michiko rolled her eyes and continued to type as fast as she could, occasionally looking to and from a couple open books on each side of the small computer.

Akiko sighed again. All Michiko did was work, work, work. No wonder everyone called her a nerd. Then, her gaze and attention turned on Naomi, who had been silent for quite a while now, more fixated on the scenery outside than her friends. "

Naooomiiii-chaaaaan," Akiko whined, flinging herself over Naomi. The blonde jumped, surprised. "Naomi-chan, tell Michiko to stop being such a dork and go out with us."

Naomi laughed. "Michiko-san is enjoying her work. I wouldn't want to interrupt her fun," she said, pointing to the younger girl's sister.

"She works hard. Really, really hard," Saburo chuckled through a grin of teeth. Everyone was used to his lecherous remarks and said nothing.

"But we said we'd go to Yatta Yo over an hour agoooo!" Akiko whined, stamping her feet up and down like a three year old did when in a tantrum. "I want to go nooow! I'm hungry! Yatta Yo's sukiyaki is the best and I haven't had it in months!"

"You had it a week ago," Michiko grumbled, eyes stuck on the glowing computer screen. Naomi and Saburo laughed while Akiko stuck her tongue at her.

"Still! That was a week ago! Sukiyaki, Michiko, sukiyaki!!"

Michiko couldn't help but laugh at her little sister. She was always the energetic, silly and social one of the two. She grinned at the three who started picking on Akiko. "I'm all most done, remember? Just give me one more minute," she assured. Akiko blinked, hanging her head. Michiko pressed the 'shift' button, but...

"Aaagh!"

Saburo, Akiko and Naomi all snapped their heads up, surprised by Michiko's sudden gasp.

"What is it!?" Akiko demanded, making her way towards Michiko.

Michiko instantly flew to her feet, leaning against the monitor. "Nothing! Hahaha!" she laughed, nervously. Little hairs were sticking up out of the top of her head. She had paled considerably, sweat beading at her forehead. "I just realized that I forgot to add a couple things to the paper! So so so, it might take another half hour or so to finish this up than expected!" she tittered.

"WHAAAAT!?" Akiko screeched. She ringed her hands. "No way I'm staying another half an hour! I want sukiyaki NOW!"

"Why don't you three go on ahead and I'll catch up with you?" Michiko suggested, raising a quivering finger with her large, wibbling smile.

"We can't leave without you, dear Michiko-chan," Saburo purred.

"I'll be fine! Besides, it'll get done a lot quicker if I do it in silence!"

"Are you suggesting something!?" Akiko pouted, puffing her cheeks. Naomi giggled behind her hand.

"Just go on without me, okay?" Michiko said, a lot more calm and composed. "I won't be long. Just go, okay? I'll call you when I'm ready to leave."

Akiko frowned, disappointed. "But..."

"It's really okay," Michiko reassured, swishing a hand, "I'll be fine. Just go! Go!"

Saburo pulled his jacket from off a desk and swung it over his shoulder. "Well, let's go then!" he declared. Akiko tossed him an unbelievable look. Saburo winked at the short haired brunette. "If Michiko-chan wants privacy, we'll give her privacy."

"Besides, it'll only be a half hour," Naomi added.

Akiko was quiet, thinking this over. Reluctantly, she groaned, "Okay! But you better not be any longer than a half an hour!"

Michiko giggled. "Promise!" She held out her pinkie. Akiko took it was earnest, wrapping her pinkie around the other, giving it a firm squeeze and shake.

Then, Akiko turned to her two friends and snapped, "All right! Let's go! I want sukiyaki!!" She marched outside and left.

"See you later," Saburo chuckled, saluting Michiko. Michiko humored him and saluted back.

"Don't be long, Michiko-san!" Naomi said. She bowed good-bye to Michiko, who returned the bow. Then, Naomi was gone and Michiko was all alone.

Michiko waited another minute to make sure she was completely by herself before she released a horrified scream. "I'm such an idiot!" she cried. She sat back in her seat. Instead of hitting the 'shift' button, she hit 'escape.' Not saving anything, either.

With quivering hands, she went to open the file. "I hope most of it got saved, I hope, I hope," she pleaded, breathing heavily.

Michiko opened the document. Her jaw dropped in horror. Out of the six pages Michiko and the others had written over the past three days, only three and a half had been saved. "Nooo..." Michiko cried, eyes spilling tears. She dropped her head on the keyboard, repeatedly and unintentionally typing "ssssssssss" along the blank screen.

"I gotta fix this! I gotta rewrite this!" Michiko then declared, fist raised, determination shining along the lenses of her glasses. "Good thing I have an excellent memory," she sneered, poking her head. She then set to work, rewriting what was lost and adding the final touches.

Forty-five minutes had passed since Akiko and her friends left to the Yatta Yo diner, a popular hangout for teenagers. After shoving sukiyaki noodles down her throat, Akiko bitterly got on her cellphone and called Michiko. Michiko was slaving over the computer, her face reflecting the glow. She had not noticed the sun was nearly gone outside.

Michiko didn't hear her cellphone until the tenth ring. Reluctantly, she picked it up. "Hello?"

"Where the Hell are you!?" Akiko practically screamed. Michiko had to draw back the phone before putting it to her ear again. "You're ten minutes late! Ten minutes late!" Akiko harped.

"It's only ten minutes," Naomi whispered, embarrassed. People were casting them annoyed glances.

"Michiko is never late for anything! She's so anal about being on time!" Akiko snapped at her friend. She then gasped and cried into the phone, "Is something wrong, is something wrong!? Did you form carpal tunnel!?"

Michiko couldn't help but giggle, wiping the sweat from her face. "Sorry. The book I was using for research was outdated, so I had to get online and do some extensive searching. I'm on the last couple sentences, so I'll be there shortly," she assured. She was telling the truth about being all most done with the paper.

"Michiko, you better be here in five minutes," Akiko growled, "or I'll never speak to you again!"

"Understood," Michiko laughed.

Akiko snorted and hung up her phone. Michiko hung up and took in a deep breath, typed the last few sentences then went about printing the seven page paper. It took more than five minutes, but she was sure Akiko would forgive her. She hadn't called to complain, finally figuring it did nothing to make her more angry.

Just as the last paper was printing, the door to the empty classroom opened. Michiko looked up in alarm, then sighed in relief.

Standing in the doorway was her teacher, the same teacher who she was writing the paper for, holding his briefcase. He had been so thoughtful to lend Michiko and her friends the room to finish their report. The teacher was a kindly looking man, wearing a crisp tan suit; his hair was short, neatly styled, eyes a soft green.

"Toma-san, you're still here?" Binya Rikuto asked, surprised. He glanced around the room. "Where's your sister and friends?"

"Ah, Binya-sensei--they left a while ago," Michiko replied, blushing. She had a little crush on her teacher ever since she took his class. She then held up the stack of papers to him. "Here's the paper for this week's assignment. By the way, I'd like to thank you again for allowing us to use your room, even after school hours." She bowed to him.

"Oh, no problem, no problem," Rikuto laughed, returning the bow. He took the papers and beamed. "Wow! Just looking at it, it seems you've put a lot of work in it!"

"Not just me. Akiko-san, Naomi-san and Saburo-san also helped out," Michiko informed. Nonetheless, she flexed a muscle in her arm.

Rikuto's smile was so calm and sweet. "Very good. I'm sure you'll all get good grades," he purred. Michiko clapped her hands, pleased. Not just by what he said, but because he purred...

Rikuto glanced out the window then back at Michiko. "It's getting late. Would you like me to walk you home? I only live a block from here myself. I just finished with my last meeting, so we can go at any time."

"Well, actually, I promised I'd meet my friends at Yatta Yo... about an hour ago," Michiko replied, red with embarrassment.

"Ah! Yatta Yo!" Rikuto laughed. He knew the place well as most every student in his class yapped about it. "That's just a little bit away from my house! I'll walk you there!"

"Oh, but I couldn't ask you to go out of your way for me!" Michiko exclaimed, now pink.

"It's not a problem," Rikuto assured, "I'm in no rush to head home. Besides, it's dark and I wouldn't want a pretty girl like yourself wandering the streets alone at such a time." He winked.

Michiko felt like fainting. Instantly, she was ensnared by his charm. "O--okay..." she whispered, looking hypnotized.



Together, Rikuto and Michiko walked down the long, winding sidewalk that lead to Yatta Yo in the heart of Shibuya. It was rather desolate outside, not a soul in sight but the two. The streetlights glared down on them, and every once and a while, a car would drive by. Other than that, they were alone.

Michiko had kept her head down most of the time, occasionally snatching glimpses at Rikuto's grinning face. A couple times she wanted to blurt out just how much she admired and adored him, but kept quiet.

"Is anything bothering you?"

Michiko meeped when the silence was broken. She laughed all too loudly. "Nothing! I'm just thinking! I--I was wondering if I left any typos in the paper, you see... ha... hahaha..." she lied, sounding more and more unconvincing. Rikuto didn't call her on her lie; just nodded and chuckled instead. Once again, the two were walking down a lonely street as quiet as can be.

Telling a thirty-nine year old man you're in love with him is just plain stupid, Michiko thought, her frustration clear on her face. He's like, two times older than you! It would never work out!

Michiko snuck another look at Rikuto's handsome face.

Still, times have changed... maybe, just maybe...

"Um, sensei."

Rikuto looked down at Michiko. Michiko was still blushing from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, eyes on the ground, index fingers prodding together. She never felt so uncomfortable in her entire life. "I want to... I want to tell you something..." she said.

"What is it, Toma-san?" Rikuto asked.

Michiko's heart skipped a beat. He sounds so charming and considerate! Dammit, this is getting harder!

"I, uh... I really, um..."

"Yes?"

"Well, I... I like being in your class, and..."

"Hmm?"

"I really... um... admire your teaching skills, and..."

"Toma-san?"

Michiko gulped then took a big, deep breath. She stopped, forcing Rikuto to stop. He was baffled, head tilted. Michiko's head was bowed deeply, her face concealed by her long bangs. She bit into her bottom lip, snapped her head up and then shouted, "I'M IN LOVE WITH--!"

Just then, from the alley the two were standing in front of came a low hissing noise. Immediately, Rikuto and Michiko looked down the dark alley. "What--what was that?" Rikuto whispered, blinking.

The low hissing came again. Then, the sound of something scratching along the alley walls joined alongside the frightening sound of wheezing. Neither student or teacher could see where the source of such noises were coming from; the alley was deep and pitch black. The hissing and the scrapping was getting louder and louder by the moment.

"Binya-sempai!" Michiko squealed, latching onto Rikuto out of fear. Rikuto pulled her back, stepping away.

"Hahaha... I smell it on you... The sweet pollen, the sweet nectar..."

Michiko's watery eyes opened to their fullest. Rikuto's body was shaking like a leaf in a cold wind. She looked up; Rikuto was a blank pallor, the color drained from his cheeks and lips. Then, slowly, the brunette glanced back over her shoulder, only to become paralyzed in fear.

Protruding from the darkness of the alley was a head. A face in the shape of an oval, with long, black hair that hung straight, pooling on the ground. It was a woman, she could tell that much. Her face was completely white, her eyes just as alabaster with tiny dots for pupils.

Another set of two eyes, just as frightening as the others, were above her eyebrows on her forehead, squinted. And below the bottom row of her two human eyes was another pair, making eight in total. Her nose was very small, all most nonexistent, and the frightening thing of all was the large, ear to ear grin of mismatched fangs on her face.

"OH MY GOD!" Michiko screamed.

"I'm--I'm getting out of here!" Rikuto cried. Without thinking, he shoved Michiko away and ran for his life, disappearing in seconds.

Michiko grunted, caught off guard; the shove was hard, causing her to fall on her side. Her glasses fell from her face a second later but she didn't bother to pick them up.

When she heard the chittering and chattering again, she immediately jumped to her feet. Michiko whirled around; the face was only inches from hers, making the weirdest laugh; it seemed like it was vibrating in her throat. Michiko shrieked and darted off.

The rest of the woman crawled out of the alley. She had the normal torso of a female; skinny waist, bare, large breasts; but from her thighs and down, she was a black spider; the symbol of the black widow, red as blood, on her rump. She only had three long, pointy and arched spider legs on each side of her rump. Her long, skeletal arms counted as the final two to make eight. She hissed lowly, long, sharp tongue hanging from her mouth, watering with hunger.

"Oh my God! This can't be real! This can't be real!" Michiko cried, pumping her legs harder and harder to catch more speed.

However, the spider woman was moving quickly. It was all most too fast; sometimes her movements couldn't even be seen. The spider woman swerved to and fro along the barren street, sometimes running up and down a local wall or over a mail box.

"I smell the pollen on you! The sweet nectar! I've found you, I've found you!" the creature cackled, reaching out her long, clawed fingers.

"No! Go away! Go away!" Michiko screeched.

The spider woman then stopped. Michiko was all most at the end of the street. The creature turned around, and shot a strand of sticky, silky webbing out her opisthosoma at Michiko. It hit the terrified girl before she could make a turn, nailing her to the ground.

"No! Ou--no, dammit!" Michiko cried, prying at the sticky substance pinning her to the gravel. She flailed, kicking, pulling, but the fiber was strong. She stopped for a moment, frozen in horror, when the spider woman was looking over her. "Nooo!!" Michiko screamed, resuming her writhing.

"I've found you, I've found you," the spider woman purred, licking her lips. She reached out a hand for Michiko, causing the brunette to cry until her throat went dry and hoarse. With barely any strength acquired, the spider woman plucked Michiko off the ground. Michiko sobbed and shivered as the creature held her to her face, sniffing her entire body.

"Yes... the sweet nectar! It's all over you!!" the spider woman squealed with delight. She lifted Michiko into the air, using one spider leg to shred the shirt and bra off Michiko, exposing her breasts. Michiko shrieked, kicking violently. The spider woman pressed Michiko against her, using both her arms and her legs to keep her still.

"No! Please! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Michiko sobbed, shaking her head.

"I have been waiting many years for this..." the spider woman whispered. She opened her mouth, two of her fangs extending, growing larger. Michiko saw them and instantly fell quiet, unable to muster any sort of reaction.

Then, the spider woman sunk her fangs into Michiko's breast, suckling like a baby. Blood poured from the wound, in a mixture of green liquid. Michiko screamed and wailed, before she became silent, head dropping.

A moment later, the spider woman pulled her bloody fangs from the tender flesh. She sucked out from the two wounds something airy, barely visible, the color of yellow. After she devoured this substance, she frowned angrily.

"You are not her!" she snarled, throwing Michiko's dead body to the ground in anger.

The creature touched her lips. "Foul taste you have, child! But yet you still smell of the sweet nectar!" she cursed. Then, with bitter grumbling, she crawled away back down the street, disappearing in the dark alley from which she came.

Michiko's corpse remained laying there on the empty street. No one in the nearby buildings had heard her scream. A cold wind blew over her glasses, one lens broken from the spider woman stepping on it while running back to shelter.

Then, the wind stopped and a shadow fell over Michiko's body. A tall creature with a feminine built; the moon glowed behind her, shadowing her body and face. The only visible feature was her single, narrow yellow eye Much like the spider woman, she had another eye (however only one was open) above the visible one, squinting. She looked over Michiko, then saw the bloody wounds on her chest.

The woman cursed angrily.

"Dammit. I'm too late."



To Be Continued

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After Notes:
Kumo-onna: Spider woman or spider people are not main entities in Japanese mythology. But they do exist, mostly in the media. There are numerous versions of the kumo-onna/spider people and what she/they does/do. I'm trying to make the kumo-onna into my own original creation, but still use the same basics. I was really inspired to write a story about the kumo-onna from a short movie on a Japanese horror DVD, Dark Tales of Japan, titled by the same name of Kumo-onna. While I cannot find much media concerning the kuma-onna, there are a couple Japanese horror movies with them. A list of them can be found here: Jhorror movies on spiders.
Black Widow: Upon trying to use my own original twist, the kumo-onna have four different species of spiders. This one is a Black Widow, one if not the deadliest spiders on Earth. It can kill people with a single bite for they have a toxic venom. On its back, there is a red symbol like an hour glass. They are black in color; females are larger than the males... And males tend to get eaten by the females. XD;
Yatta Yo: Made up. Yatta means "yay!" and yo, when added onto something, usually emphasize the excitement. So basically this place is really "YAY!" XD;;
Sukiyaki: A popular type of beef stew.
Michiko: "beautiful wise child"
Akiko: "bright child"
Saburo: "third son"
Naomi: "above all, beauty"
Don't ask me what Rikuto and Binya mean, as I just chose them randomly from a list. XD Toma is a name that just popped in my head; is it a real Japanese name? Not sure, but whatever. And sorry for all the -'o' ending names. XD;