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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGkNmoe8pLM)- ignore the spoken bit at the end.
For a moment there is stunned silence at this pronouncement, as the guests still outside of the room gape at me in disbelief.
"...Faked?" Kasen says at last, "But how?"
"A fair question," I admit. "Though I have to wonder whether this room was the actual scene of the attack, given the absence of any actual signs of a struggle."
"Wait, wait," Parsee says, raising her hand. "Are you saying that Yukari was killed somewhere else, bled into a jar or a bag, and then someone dumped the blood out here?" The bridge guardian looks more than a little sickened by the thought.
"That's my best assumption," I say with a shrug. "I mean, it fits, doesn't it? With no sign of a struggle or a body being carried off, it only makes sense that she was killed elsewhere, and then this scene was thrown together for our convenience." I take a good long look at the message on the wall. "It's some sort of game on our enemy's part, all meant to scare us."
"So, it's the same thing with Hatate, isn't it?" Lyrica suggests. "The killer grabbed her, carried her off, and then brought her blood and hat back to make a crime scene."
"Probably," Yumeko muses. "Whoever it was could've slung her over their shoulder and lugged her off, then doubled back just long enough to make that... sight. All without making a single sound." The maid shakes her head in dismay.
"...Yukari was on her way back to her room when she left," I think out loud. "At least, I was certain that she was. It may actually be worthwhile to search the mansion at some point to find the actual scene of the murder."
"That's a lot of house to cover, and assumes that we're on the right track here," Eiki points out.
"Good point," I admit. "We really have no way of knowing where Yukari was going in order to concentrate on restoring the weather to what she wanted it to be."
"Here," Suika says firmly. "She would've gone to the one place she could relax and get some privacy. Probably was planning to lay down and work her mojo."
"But there was no sign of the door being forced open," Kasen notes, running her hands along the unmarked doorframe. "Implying..."
"...That she was waylaid somewhere along the way and then dragged off," I finish. "Now, I saw Yukari wander off towards the east wing, but it's entirely possible that something distracted her. Perhaps an anomaly that she went to investigate before being killed. I suggest that we sweep the halls and rooms of the east wing and make our way back to the downstairs hallway, backtracking the route Yukari would have taken." I glance up at the maid from Makai. "Yumeko, I'd appreciate your help."
She nods in response. "Leave it to me. I can spot a speck of blood from fifty meters away. Literally." The maid taps Suika on the shoulder. "We could use your sense of smell as well." The Oni quietly nods in response.
The rest of the guests cluster around Yukari's door as the three of us wander down the hall. One by one, we open the doors to the other rooms and peer in, looking for blood. Or smelling for it, in Suika's case.
"I can't help but wonder," I muse, "Both Hatate and Iku were taken so damned quickly. Could we be dealing with some manner of teleportation?"
"Unlikely," Yumeko replies, scouring the floor, walls, and ceiling for clues. "Teleportation isn't mystically subtle. Before our powers were sealed, we would have detected it in a heartbeat. There would have had to be some indication of its presence. Light, heat, sound, something."
"Unless your powers were sealed, and then Hatate was taken," I point out.
Yumeko frowns. "There's another big question. How could whatever this is be using magic when there's clearly some sort of anti-magical field in place? This just doesn't make sense."
"...There would have to be some sign of the teleportation, otherwise there would be no need to wait until we're alone," I reason. "Though Iku is quite the anomaly. Pulled through a window rather than quietly whisked away. No, I don't think we're dealing with teleportation, not with what you've told me. But I do want to visit the downstairs lounge once we're done here. What happened with Iku was... odd." Yumeko nods her agreement.
A thorough search of the upstairs reveals nothing, so we make our way down to the first-floor rooms, the ones intended instead for Yukari's hired men. As Yumeko and I lead the rest down there, I decide to take a moment to get to know the Makai maid. Call it professional curiosity.
"So, servant to a goddess, then?" I ask politely.
Yumeko chuckles as she descends the stair with me. "That's right! One of Lady Shinki's dearest creations! Maid, bodyguard, companion... I've served her for longer than I can remember. Wish I was with her right now, actually." She finishes up with a sigh.
"Can't say I blame you," I say grimly. "So, what's Makai like?"
Yumeko opens the first of the doors on the ground floor and she, Suika and I peer in. "You'd probably find it a bit intimidating at first. Red sky, crimson seas... a lot of red and purple, really." She smiles fondly. "However, all of the land was fashioned by Shinki. All of the inhabitants were created by her. Set aside your preconceptions, and you'd find Makai to be a lovely place, Alfred. The seas are warm, and relaxing to bathe in. The wind is hot during the day, and cool during the night. Everything was crafted by Lady Shinki's loving hand."
"She sounds quite pleasant for the ruler of Hell," I note.
Yumeko shakes her head. "Not Hell, though there have been historical dealings with it. Long story. Makai is the home of demons and devils, yes. But that doesn't make every last one of us evil, just as humans can't all be classified as good or evil. We just... are, much like your people. Some of us are benevolent, while others can tend towards criminal behavior. Some sections of Makai can tend towards extreme depravity, while others are serene and peaceful." She pauses. "Though I think that we're overall a lot more liberal than Earth as a whole. Must be the influence of the succubi."
"Who were created by Shinki," Suika quips, smirking. "Which really makes me wonder about your goddess, hmmm~?"
Yumeko flushes. "W-well, Lady Shinki certainly had her youthful moments of indiscretion, I'm sure," the maid flusters, "And there is a need for such beings in Makai's order, so uh..."
Suika snorts. "Please. Yukari told me what the two of them got up to sometimes." The Oni winks at me. "Look at it like this, Alfie. Who taught the succubi their trade, hmmm~?"
My eyebrows raise until they hit the ceiling, while Yumeko starts flapping her arms in embarrassed consternation. "D-don't make such insinuations, dammit!" she protests loudly. "I-I mean, certainly, Lady Shinki has her... hidden sides, but I assure you that she is a very kind, motherly woman!"
I glance at Yumeko in speculatively. "Just out of curiosity, Miss Yumeko... Lady Shinki formed you, correct?" The maid nods at me, not certain where I'm going with this. "In that case, what precisely did she teach you?"
Yumeko stares at me with wide eyes, her face going very, very red. Without another word, she spins on her heel and walks further down the hallway, practically leaking embarrassment from her pores.
"Companion," I say out loud.
"Yep," Suika agrees.
"Perhaps I said too much?"
"It was a perfectly valid question," Suika says with a shrug. I purse my lips and walk after the crimson-faced maid. That was perhaps going a little too far, and an apology is due, in my opinion.
Yumeko walk out of the next bedroom, shaking her head and talking a little quickly. "Well, nothing here, so let's move on-"
"I apologize," I tell here, bowing. "I was only trying to lighten the mood a little. Obviously, I went too far. I beg your forgiveness."
Yumeko stares at me in surprise before relaxing. "It's all right, Alfred," she says gently, "I'm not mad, Just... a little embarrassed, I guess." She sighs, and looks around. Suika is politely lingering further up the hall from us, while the rest of the guests are milling about at the entrance to this wing. "Lady Shinki formed us Makai denizens from the very substance of the land itself. Such activity required a... bent towards fertility, and Lady Shinki was younger then, more... promiscuous. She felt that there were certain skills that her children should know. I inherited some of those skills." Yumeko sighs. "I've always been considered a bit of a prude by Makai standards. I was never happy with the thought of just sleeping around. That's not an uncommon thing; many Makaians prefer to stick to a chosen mate, but I suppose that I've always been a little... uncomfortable with that side of my existence."
"That hardly seems shameful," I point out.
"It isn't," Yumeko agrees. "It's just that I guess I've always found that part of my life a bit... embarrassing. Anyway, Lady Shinki mellowed out a bit with age, becoming more a mother than a seductress. I came to be her most trusted servant during her lonely years as ruler of Makai... and then she found a companion in Yukari." Yumeko hesitates. "Then she started to feel that she was being selfish and keeping me all for herself all these years, and began hinting that I should find myself a lover. A nice man, maybe. Then this came up, and, well..." She rails off helplessly.
"...So it's not a fear of mean or intimacy, just a case of shyness?" I ask in a teasing tone of voice.
Yumeko blushes again. "...I guess," she mumbles. "I mean, I'm confident in my body! It's just... I don't always know how to approach a prospective lover. Which may be why I never made it as a succubus, I suppose. Not that I'm complaining, my chosen path brought me into Lady Shinki's direct service, but ummm..."
"I see nothing to be embarrassed about," I tell her seriously. "Some things are very private, and not to be taken lightly. If you wish to wait for your ideal mate, I see no reason for you not to do so."
Yumeko pauses, then nods slowly. "...Yeah," she says slowly, "Maybe that's all it's been all this time. Wanting to wait for that one special being. Yeah." Yumeko smiles at me. "Thank, Alfred. I think I needed to hear that from someone else."
I smile back. "Being the voice of the conscience is a servant's job, as you well know, Yumeko." I look down the hallway. "Now, shall we get back to it, then?" Yumeko nods, and Suika rejoins us to conclude our sweep of the bedrooms.
And then the foyer, all to no avail.
"Nothing," I say bitterly, staring at the floor of the entry way. "No sign of any blood, or any signs of a struggle. Dammit, what are we missing?!"
"Easy, Alfred," Yumeko says soothingly, once again the perfect, supportive maid. "We must just be missing something. Let's go to the lounge; maybe we can figure out what happened to Iku." I sigh and nod; she's right after all. Shaking my head, I lead our little group to the lounge that was supposed to be our sanctuary.
It's about as we left it. Window broken open, rain pouring in, being spread by the wind all over the place. The only new addition is a familiar black hat with a ribbon sitting on the ground, next to a message written in blood: TASTES GOOD FRIED.
I snort and resolve to ignore the message. Honestly, the damned things are starting to be irritating rather than intimidating. Instead, I stand to the side of the shattered window, just out of the way of the wind and rain. I stare at the remains accusingly.
No sign of blood. No sign of any torn clothing, despite Iku having apparently been dragged through. Impossible. This glass, when broken, is sharp enough to cause terrible wounds, and yet there isn't so much as a scrap of Iku's clothing on the jagged edges? Not a speck of blood? A cold certainty begins to settle into my gut and I tug down a curtain to wrap around me, providing some small protection from the rain. I turn to Suika and Yumeko. "I'm going to take a look outside. Hold on to me and don't let go." They nod at my instruction and take careful hold of me.
Taking a deep breath, I step forward into the path of the rain, feeling the curtain already starting to get soaked from the intense precipitation. Carefully, I lean forward out of the window. As I do, I can't help but notice how the sharp glass catches on and tears the curtain, leaving behind small scraps. I look down at the front porch... and see exactly what I expected. Satisfied, I lean back in and step out of the rain, pulling the curtain off and tossing it to the ground.
I turn to the assembled guests. "There's glass on the porch out there," I tell them solemnly. "A lot of it. This window was broken from the inside. It was just made to look otherwise. Poorly, at that."
There is a moment of contemplative silence at this. Then, as one, we slowly turn to face Hina, who is turned away from us, staring at the wall. Hina, who was the closest to the window when Iku was taken. Hina, whose face has been a mask of guilt ever since.
"Miss Kagiyama," I say quietly, "You were the closest one to the window when this happened. Is there anything that you can tell us?" I don't want to accuse the woman, but things are not adding up. She's hiding something, and it's high time we found out what.
"...I can tell you how hard it is," she says quietly. "Wanting to help people, but being feared by them. Wanting to take their misfortune away, but being feared as an ill omen." Hina shakes her head, her body trembling. "And you know, I want to do something more with my life. It's not like everybody doesn't KNOW how dangerous youkai mountain is. I understand fully why everyone stays away, and the tengu sure as hell drive off any visitors. It's not like I'm needed there. But every time I try to do something to better my place in life, I get thwarted. A bunch of the goddamn tengu come down, condescend as politely as they can, and tell me why I can't leave the mountain, criticize me for wanting to 'abandon my duties.'" Hina's voice is extremely bitter as she says this. No one else speaks.
"So you start to resent them after a while. Start to hate them. Tengu. Other youkai who prey openly on the humans you... I care about so much. Other goddesses who have all of these worshipers, all of this power without doing anything for it, without working as hard as I do. So someone comes and offers me a deal, and the only cost is a handful of youkai, a few beings we'd pretty much be better off without anyway. And I was just so frustrated, and the deal was so good. How could I say no?"
"Miss Kagiyama..." Kasen breaths in horror, understanding seeping into her features. Seeping into all of our features, really.
"Yukari isn't faking," Hina says in a voice full of misery and guilt. "This isn't a prank. This is truly dangerous. I know this." The goddess of misfortune turns to face us, tears streaming down her face, expression wracked with guilt and sorrow. "I know this... because I helped to set it all up."
For a moment, there is only stunned, horrified silence.
And then the power fails, and we are all plunged into ebon darkness.
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