Kamisama kiss Tomoe x reader

Chapter 2: Interogation. Explanation. Transportation?!

Your P.O.V

I tried my best to forget about my nightmare, the 'x' on my cheek, and the demon fox that scared me speechless. But no matter what I did, the image of 'Tomoe', breaking the steel sword in half like it was nothing stuck in my mind. The feeling of his cold hands against my warm face couldn't be forgotten. The sight of his cold, cruel, purple eyes with thin slits instead of pupils was embedded in my head, and what he said shook me to the core and was branded in my brain....

'What's a pretty girl like you doing in such a run down village?... A pretty, innocent, girl like you.'

'Its time to wake up (y/n).'

'You won't be so lucky next time.'

.... Next time.... I didn't want there to be a next time. I don't even know how he came into my nightmares in the first place, he just suddenly appeared one night, and it felt like he was getting more and more aggressive each night.

"(Y/N)!!" Alex suddenly bursts into the living room holding a manga book that I've never seen in her collection before.

"You will NEVER guess what I found!!" She practically yells.

"A new way to drive me insane and make me deaf?" I guess while rubbing the ear she screamed into.

"Well... Yes, BUT!! I found something else to! But you must answer every question I ask, got it?"

"Fire away."

"You said that this boy in your dreams-."

"Nightmares!"

"Same difference! You said he looked around 17 or 18 right?"

"Yeah, possibly 19, everything in my nightmare looks animated so it's hard to tell."

"OK, white hair, purple eyes, and he wears a kimono all the time?"

"Yep. And his eyes are slits."

Alex suddenly takes out a clip board and rights a few things down, "Where'd you get that? And where did it come from?" I ask her pointing to the clip board.

"Found it, non of your beeswax, and I'm the one asking questions here! Now, he is a Japanese wild fox demon correct? Or yokai as you say."

"Yeah. He had white fox ears on top of his head, a tail behind him, and he had long sharp nails... Like claws."

"Did he have a weapon?"

"Is this interrogation over yet?"

"Just answer the question!"

I sigh and rest my head on my hands, thinking for a moment, "Well... It wasn't really a weapon... But he did have a fan hidden in his sleeve."

"Has he said his name at all?"

"Is this the method of driving me insane you mentioned earlier?"

"Yes and No, now has he said his name?!"

I think for a moment, when I usually wake up from these nightmares smaller details are hard to remember, sometimes even crucial details and things he says. "Something with a 'T', he said it just last night.... To-.. Tom? No..."

"Tommy?"

"No."

"Thomas?"

"Nope."

"Tray?"

"Nada."

"Tõmas?"

"Not quite."