"What she means is that there's this crazy tag game going on," Kyuu said.
"Tag? Are you serious?"
"I am!" Kyuu pouted. "That's what happening, right Onii?"
"Yes. We were all gathered in the gymnasium and were told that we had to play a game of tag. Most people decided to do so, and so the game commenced." The shrine keeper-slash-demon acknowledged.
"... I have this bad feeling about this, but who was the one who suggested to play tag..?"
"I do not know. However, they seemed intoxicated."
"'They'?"
"Oh! That was Toby and Jo! They were totally sloshed!" my younger sister laughed.
"That's really not something to laugh about, Kyuu. Especially if they are sloshed. Their nicknames like 'unstoppable prankster' and 'playboy' aren't just for show..." A wicked knot of anxiety began to twist itself in my gut. "On that note... Kyuu I remember that you were in the room just before I lost my memory. What happened?"
"I'd love to answer that question, but I have no idea when you lost your memory, old bro."
"Don't call me old bro." I demanded (to no avail). "I can't remember anything after when I untied my hair."
"Hm!" She tilted her head to the side a bit, a tiny crease appearing between her brows. "You were acting pretty normal for a couple minutes after... though you did have an argument with the Boys about love and stuff. Then you just stood on the spot for a minute and didn't answer anything when we asked. When you were back to normal, but you ran away from the clubroom."
"... I ran from the clubroom? Dressed like this?" Toby is wrong; I do have a sense of shame. Like letting the entire student body see me run through the halls, shirtless. Though they probably wouldn't recognise me (thank goodness).
"You betya! The halls were totally crowded too," her lips lifted into an evil grin. "Everyone was staring at you, Craft..."
"Is it acceptable for the youngest sibling to intimidate her elder sibling, like this?" Onii asked thoughtfully.
"No! Absolutely not!"
"I was just teasing him..."
"Your teasing borders on blackmailing."
"You just gave me an amazing idea! Thanks, Craft!"
"...Why?" I sobbed melodramatically to the heavens.
This short-yet-somehow-fun moment was interrupted by Adrenaline(!), the one hormone that gets you running for your life! A dragging, scraping sound echoed through the empty halls. The sound of a beast far too large to fit into the school. The sound of a predator on the hunt.
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Fable (on hiatsu)
FantasyA boy who can see Spirits and who works for one, but is far more than he lets on. His co-worker, a mysterious masked Spirit. Their boss; a very, very lazy blue Gryffon. The boy’s girlfriend, a naiad, the personification of his school’s plumbing syst...
