The Big Book Of Amaguji

The Skywater Demon

His history starts and ends with the little droplets in the sky.

It comes and goes, over his head, over his hands, over his heart.

With his fate, he travels endlessly through the world. The tale that destruction is came with his presence because the world had never seen it before was creul to say the least, especially to the point of calling you a demon. 

It doesn't bother him though. They all run and hide anyway.

'The village of Kirisawa is just a few miles away.' He thought as he readjusted his umbrella.

The village was close to the definition of a ghost town if it weren't for the travelers and tourists. Rantaro found traveling and seeing different sceneries the most blissful thing a human like himself could imagine. He looked out of the window near the main entrance, his mother interrupting his fantasy. 

"Rantaro." His mom beckoned with her hand.

"Yes mother?" He answered.

"May you please go to the store to buy some baby supplies. The old list I gave you would suffice."

He nodded and walked to his room, fishing the list out of his drawer then went back down for the money. The weather was the same as usual, cloudy with cold winds. It bored him that it was the same everyday.

He loved going outside any chance he got though. It allowed him to collect his thoughts. When he was around nineteen, he wanted to learn more about himself in anyway shape or form that affiliated with him. Family history interested him too much at the time.

The birthmark on his temple resembled what looks to be a teardrop of sorts. His mother was... very upset when she first saw it. 

The charm he kept on one of his many earrings was supposed to ward some type of evil away. What type? His mother never specified.

The store felt like a one hundred mile trek if his mind wandered too far. The ever prominent outside world becomes blurry in a deep state of thought, even an outgoing type of guy like him needs time in there.

He looked up briefly to see if he got lost yet and kept it up when he saw he was way closer than he thought.

He pushed the glass door inwards and walked into the child section. The taps of his sneakers, the page turning of the book the clerk had and the complete silence added a weird tinge of danger and isolation to the air.

He can't stay long.

After 10 minutes of gathering the first things he saw that were on the list, he started his trek home, thinking of how he kind of overreacted. He didn't even notice how fast the evening came, as if the afternoon was just skipped over. The winds have seemed to dissappear and something cold dropped on his neck, slowly running down his back.

Like water.

He'd never seen rain before. The legends his mother told him mentioned rain somewhere. She always tried to get him to believe him but he always brushes it off with a 'convinced' hum. The times he actually likes the story, he only forgets the small details.