Chiyoko: The 1 000 Generations Child

Chapter 6: Good Girl

The morning sun trickled into Kenji's room. He stretched his arms and yawned.

Too early... He thought. Way too early...

He scratched his back as he took some clothes off the ground.

He sniffed them, shrugged his shoulders and got changed.

As he reached the kitchen, Azami was already up and running.

She had gone to the library and lent a pile of books. The books were spread all over the kitchen table.

"I need salt," Azami said as she got up and searched the cabinets, "lots and lots of salt."

Kenji glanced at all the books. Pictures in varieting sizes caught his attention. All of them contained what seemed to him cooking ingredients and all of them had some sort of crystal near the ingredients.

"Is there a big celebration coming up, Kuyu Azami-dono? One I'm not aware of?"

"Kenji! You're still alive." Both relief and disappointment laced her voice.

Her eyes darted to the kitchen table. She quickly closed the books that laid open as she smiled sheepishly. "No celebration, Kenji-chan. I just thought we should upgrade the shrine part for your parents...."

Azami took an envelope out of her pocket. "Here's some money. Go buy fresh flowers for your mother's birthday and some new frames for them both. And lots and lots of salt. Ten kilos will be enough.

I'll cook extra tonight so you can offer them actual food instead of that cheap candy you always get."

Kenji's mouth fell open.

Did she just call me Kenji-chan? What's going on here? Who are you and where did the old witch go?

Azami pushed the envelope in Kenji's hands. She then gave him a carefully packed lunch.

"Here, eat this. Megumi-chan wouldn't want her son to be so skinny. Put on some weight. Now hurry or you'll be late for work."

Azami pushed Kenji out of the door. "Don't forget the salt."

As she shut the door, Azami sighed. "Now where did I leave my sage?"

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Chiyoko sat on the roof of the Fuyu residence. Her arms were crossed and her cheeks were puffed.

She watched as Kenji left the house.

"I will get you. Watch my words. I will get you. I don't know how and I don't know when but my revenge will be sweet."

She clasped her fists and hit the tiles.

A cloud of blue smoke appeared next to her. Holding a pen and notebook in his hands, Yusei looked down on Chiyoko.

"You really shocked us all, Kizuna Chiyoko," he said as he peered over his notebook, "It took you less than 12 hours to perform your first act of kindness."

Yusei kneeled down and did some funky jazz hands as confetti and miniature firework exploded behind him. "Congratulations!"

Chiyoko snorted. "What do you mean first act of kindness?"

Yusei pointed at the roof part behind them. "Poke your head through there and you'll see."

Chiyoko did as told and gazed into the hallway. Yusei followed suit.

Azami was carefully scrobbing the frame she had spit on the previous night.

"See?" Yusei said. "It was a tough cookie to crack, but thanks to your interference all the deceased in this family are finally treated with respect. There's no more favouritism.

Death and the Soul Community would like to extend both their thanks and appreciation towards you.

Kizuna Chiyoko, and I quote, is not that bad after all."

"Not that bad?!" Chiyoko slammed her foot on the roof breaking some tiles.

Inside the house Azami panicked and scrubbed the frame harder.

Chiyoko tilted her chin towards her neck and glared at Yusei from under her eyebrows. "I'll show you I'm bad."

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Yusei smirked. "I look forward to it."

Chiyoko vanished into purple smoke.
Up to my victim. And he will be mine.