A Shiki Story

Eighth Night

Violet

Forsaken Sunako was trapped in the night and was lonely as Mr. Muroi had said. The two of them had went to the Church last night. What was said still bubbled in her thoughts as the once bright sun began to fade into darkness. If those kids were really to willing to dig up a grave they would more likely still be there. The grave was very deep and those three were human children not a Shiki or even as strong as a Jinrou.

Tatsumi or another Shiki would would be there was it got dark. Later that night she ran freely in the woods, leaping over fallen logs and racing the moon. "Ah, let me guess you got knocked out by those kids ?" She said to the half buried Shiki man in someone's grave. Glowing red eyes looked up to her.

Clutching the side of his face and then getting up. "Those brats.." He growled. Sighing she said,"Thought so. Make sure not to be seen by anymore humans," She said. Sunako and the others need to know about this, she thought. She had her fellow Shiki clean up the grave before she left to run back to the house.

Once again on a sunny day a black parade came again. Near sunset the mourning humans were still at it. "Ah, its so sunny," She remarked while she took a bite of a bright red apple. That night once again even from the tall imposing wall light glowed making the house look more like a modern castle.

Sunako had something planned, she had seen one of the younger Shiki children enter Sunako's room. A small little girl with a large puppet wearing an elaborate robe.