They look so cute sleeping next to each other. I like to think that her familiar and my familiar are a little married couple sent here to protect us. Itori rolled her eyes when I said that. But I think it’s true. They look like a little matching samurai couple. Hers looks like a handsome samurai prince. His name is Jin. Mine has long black hair and looks like a samurai goddess you see in those books about Japanese mythology. I named her Asuna. Jin and Asuna. They kind of remind me of Itori and myself.
They came as quite a shock that morning when they first arrived. I don’t think I knew what to do with Asuna. Honestly, I thought I was dreaming at first. I rubbed my eyes and pinched my cheeks. There she was. She sat on her knees, looking up at me on our futon.
“Good morning, Yukio-sama,” that little spirit said. Yukio-sama? What was this some sort of an anime? I had a clue of why she was here. Mikado filled in the blanks. How is it that he is the one who sees them die. Masaomi killed Satoshi. Then Mikado watched Azusa jump in front of a train. Now he’s watched Emily take a swan dive off of the Tokyo Hands Building. Does he attract death or something? I would not want to be him.
Oh thank you, Asuna-chan.
She just handed me an orange Ramune. Not my favorite, but I’m not complaining. She bowed and walked back over to her corner on my desk. Right now, Asuna-chan just brings me snacks and drinks. Almost like a little mobile vending machine. Jin-kun does the same for Itori. He will also let her know who’s calling on her phone. Asuna-chan isn’t too fond of phones.
I looked up when I heard the door open.
“I’m home,” I heard Itori say. I turned to see her standing in the doorway of our room. Jin-kun sat on her right shoulder.
“Welcome home,” I said.
“Anything interesting happen while I was out?” she asked.
“Not really,” I said.
“Oh,” she said. I watched as Itori turned and walked away. Jin-kun sat still on her shoulder. I looked back over at Asuna-chan. She looks at me with a curious look on her face. I joke about Jin-kun being her husband. It just flies over her little head. Oh well. Jin-kun’s going to be helping Itori cook again. I should probably go in there too. I stretched my arms above my head.
This might be the last peaceful day that we will have in a while.